Anger, shame and other drugs
The tiny, yellow pills were spilled all over the big pouch of my book bag. At first, I thought I forgot to close the pill bottle correctly the last time I’d taken my medication.
"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back to their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together …”
Apples to interest rates
Last week, Sen. Elizabeth Warren (D-Mass.) added to her reputation as a populist heroine when she brought her first piece of stand-alone legislation to the Senate floor.
You don't understand what that's like
Three days into my summer internship, I found myself with only a glass wall separating me from our defendant.
Make chaos out of order
In a couple weeks, I’ll be at a graduation party and someone will ask me some variant of a henceforth inevitable question: What did you think of Duke?
It’s important to follow what you feel, to allow yourself to stray from the beaten path. And for that lesson, I will be forever grateful.
My support group
I wrote what was supposed to be my “final” column last spring, days after my stint as sports editor ended, about what being a part of this organization has done to reconstruct my post-concussive mind.
Call me ... maybe
Looking back on my past phones, the ways in which they were lost and (sometimes) returned to me are reflective of the stages in my life during which they happened.
Who is Nate James?
It’s a telling irony that my Duke career began with acceptance and yet was so defined by the pursuit of it.
Some memories have stuck with me more than others. Dew-laden beer cans spread out in the grass on some blue midnight in March.
Senior in a strange land
When I made the decision to travel 10,000 miles around the world for college, I did what any right-minded study-abroad kid would do: I started a blog.
The next crazy venture beneath the skies
I remember my first night at Duke before O-Week. Devil’s Pizzeria. Ninth St. My mom, dad and sister. I ordered a spinach and cheese slice of pizza. No real appetite, though.
I had to take another look as I typed out that Facebook post Nov. 26: BREAKING CHRONICLE EXCLUSIVE. I whispered “Boom” under my breath as I added the link and clicked “Post.”
All the words pass the margin
For my one last call to action: Think at the margins. Play, work, make, do and pause there too.
The dust has yet to settle in response to the horrific Boston bombings and the related events that have unfolded since then.
All hail the queen of pointless feminism
On Sunday night, with the deadline for this column fast approaching, I watched a debate round to procrastinate.
All of this leads me to believe that going into medicine simply to “save lives” is a bit dangerous.
Flushing it out
Dear Dookie, Question: Why do you suck so much? You’re the worst. Not one word of your “advice columns” offers valuable advice. —Not Amused
You do you
In writing my last column, I didn’t want to be that overly nostalgic, cliché, doesn’t-want-to-graduate senior who won’t stop gushing about memories and sharing things on her bucket list.
Talk to me when you are rid of the weight of the eyes and ears upon you. Talk to me when you have let go of all that is around you, all that you are made out to be. I want to hear what YOU think.
Finding the cure for cancer seems like an almost impossible goal, but for Blue Devils like us, nothing is impossible.
Gay marriage is a right
Once we truly see gay people as equals, it does begin to seem incomprehensible to infringe upon their right to be treated equally under the law.