My first phone interview for the Chronicle was scheduled for 9 a.m. on a Friday morning. Taking pains not to wake my roommate barely a week into our living arrangement, I slipped out of my dorm and over to West Campus ahead of my first class.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry to say that this is the end of times...with me as Recess editor.
The Duke Bubble is definitely real. Whether we undergrads like to admit it or not, we are part of our own little world; with food points, gyms, arts events, gardens, and libraries all within walking distance, it would be relatively easy to get through an entire school year without ever stepping off of campus and into Durham.
Recently, I’ve found myself listening to more and more podcasts, to the point where they’ve edged out music as my favorite thing to listen to in many situations.
What is bad music? It’s a question that I, along with numerous other journalists and bloggers— even college professors— across the U.S.
Everyone says I’m way too analytical about pop culture. People say I obsess over basic or trivial stuff, and that mindless fluff does not need to be overthought.
While sports may hate me for saying this, March Madness is one of the most artistic events of the year.
In today’s music market, listeners are often presented with a false dichotomy between two formats.
Each year, as February comes to a close and Spring Break approaches, I find myself taking stock of my school year.
For this week’s editor’s note I, Recess’s human hot takes torch, am going to lay down a series of truths.
I grew up on a cul-de-sac–a street that stretches into a spoon shape, the end rounded like the mouth of a river–and for that, I consider myself lucky.
I’m a senior. I’m writing that just as much to provide some context for the editorial I’m about to write as to reiterate the fact to myself.
Sorority life. Feminism. A lot would say that the two ideas are incompatible, that a system based on placing women into groups based on a pre-established social hierarchy has no place in the empowerment of the modern day woman.
On Dec. 19, 2016, Camila Cabello left Fifth Harmony. The world was, as the kids are saying, “shook” by the news.
Winter break was too short, passing by with driving around with old friends, playing Settlers of Catan with my parents, and, oh yeah, seeing one of the most acclaimed musicals of all time on Broadway #hamiltonbro.
If you’ve read any of my editor’s notes, dear reader, you know that I hate writing these with every fiber of my being.
2016 has been insane—but there’s no sense in rehashing it, because a) it’s already been talked about at length, and b) I have a word count.
It all started when my British boyfriend called me "uncultured swine" for eating my chocolate chip pancakes wrong at Pitchforks.
Taco Bell gets a bad rap. Everyone knows the classic jokes made about it: that it’s gross, that the food is fake, that it gives you uncontrollable diarrhea.
At universities like Duke, where STEM fields are encouraged and a liberal arts education is viewed in terms of “T-reqs” rather than as a part of being a well-rounded individual, it seems like art is looked down upon as being “lesser” or “easier.”
