Unpacking the abroad experience
It occurred to me today that my half-a-summer abroad experience is coming to a close.
"I'm afraid of a world run by adults who were never spanked as kids and won trophies just for participating."—Anonymous
Questions of a universal scale
For the past two weeks, I’ve been in France, the birthplace of the famous—or infamous—slogan: liberté, égalité, fraternité.
A letter to my dad on Father's Day
On this momentous occasion of my last Father's Day living at home full-time (let's hope), I wanted to take some time to recognize everything you haven't done for me as a father over the years.
I may be capable of appreciating the occasional Impressionist landscape or well-preserved Grecian urn in an art museum, but I am far from a Renaissance man.
An insider's guide to Duke
I was sold on my first visit to Duke. I fell in love with the scenic campus and the magnificent Gothic architecture.
A different type of busy
Sometimes I reminisce on days when summer was the pinnacle of relaxation and a time to embrace an unabashedly sloth-like lifestyle.
What I'll miss about high school
Ah, high school—that wonderland of brick walls and linoleum floors, of clocks that tick too loudly and fluorescent lights so unflattering that every blackhead on a student’s face is painfully...
Back in the early days of the debate around the Affordable Care Act, a sizable proportion of the discussion was centered around what the ACA’s critics called “death panels.”
Why am I not at the beach?
When I think of summer, I think of sandy hair, shaved ice, tan lines and home.
Abroad in Alicante
Now that we’re a few weeks into summer, the typical cache of “Look, I’m abroad!” photos have begun to circulate across various forms of social media.
Discussing politics over 'desert'
This past New Year’s Eve, while my family was celebrating the holiday, the conversation turned to politics.
This column forces me to come to terms with the fact that I am graduating from college and one step closer to entering the real world and unequivocally being an adult.
The Chronicle: A love story
Soon enough, I found myself sinking into one of the many plush, suede couches in 301 Flowers.
Dear Jessie, I thought about what I wanted to write my final senior column on for a long time.
One recent morning, when I awoke from troubled dreams, I found myself transplanted into the cool dawn air of a desert.
What I could not predict
By my senior year of high school, I had been to Duke to visit my sisters numerous times, and as a result, I had spent far more time at Duke than at any other school I was considering.
To my sister, future member, class of 2018
“Duke is the only school where I know students who’ve graduated who absolutely hated it.”