I’ve recently been thinking quite a bit about whether or not a Duke education really is worth the quarter million dollar price tag.
It was my freshman year at Duke when I first became aware of an incredible phenomenon: seasons. I came to campus primarily accustomed to two types of climate conditions—weather that was hot and sunny and weather that required a sweater.
It goes without saying that the ending to this Saturday’s football game was a catastrophic fumble by the men in stripes.
Yesterday, we commented on the culture of mentorship and advising opportunities at Duke and made suggestions to improve institutionally-facilitated mentorship on campus.
Hi all. So in a bid to further increase “organizational efficiency” here at The Chronicle, we’ve decided to trial this new so-called “template” format for stories that follow a predictable model.
On Tuesday, we vote not for the fate of the nation but for the fate of our city. Tomorrow, we vote yet again, though I may be one of 100 students who will take the extra effort to head to the polls, but there is so much more on the line this time around.
I used to fear the dark. Some nights, when I was little, I'd fall asleep reading on the couch downstairs, only to wake up a few hours later and find that night had fallen.
As deadlines for summer internships, applications for DukeEngage and registration for spring semester classes approach, students are beginning to consider all their choices in the next round of crafting their undergraduate experience—or their first round of life after graduation for our seniors.
Municipal elections influence crucial issues facing Durham residents including living wages, affordable housing, parks and recreation centers, downtown development, public transportation and safety.
It seems is incredulous to me that this country is considering Donald Trump a serious candidate for president.
I’ve never thought so much about appearances until I became a college student. When I say appearances, I don’t necessarily mean what I see when I look in the mirror.
In a situation that seems fitting almost nowhere but on a sitcom, for the past week, I have been so disconnected from the network that a world populated by people perpetually in my circumstances would put everyone from online marketers to the bigger-than-life tech gurus like Apple out of business forever.
This Halloween, step into a dimly lit, old room, hear the dripping of the water pipes and walk obviously as black mold slowly spreads through your walls.
When I think of the things I’ve regretted, so many of them come down to things I wish I had said or things I had done.
The roughly one million frozen embryos idly sitting in storage in fertility clinics across the United States has long been a point of controversy.
A cultural anthropology seminar took over East Campus Quad to transform the way that first-year students feel about failure. Last Saturday afternoon, the students of a class named “Failure: The Culture and History of An Idea” managed a “Failure Fsetival”—spelled incorrectly on purpose—in front of Marketplace, welcoming over 120 first-year students.
As I start bookbagging for the last time as a senior, I find myself paralyzed by all of the options.
This year, the Durham County Tax Administration will begin its appraisal of Durham property values to reassess property taxation.
In May of this year, the Scottish National Party won an astounding 56 seats in British Parliament, almost 9 percent of the popular vote. In the United States, there is not a single third-party member of Congress, and the third most popular party, the Libertarians, did not even register 1 percent of the popular vote and received 0 electoral votes. Why this disparity, then?
Too many Americans are content with the Iranian nuclear deal because they believe that it will curb Iran’s efforts to produce a nuclear weapon.
