Dear Chelsea on FDOC 2010, woohoo, you’ve made it to Duke! It’s now time to shake off that O-week hangover because you’re a college girl now, and I’ve got a few words of wisdom for your next four...
Nine of my most eccentric relatives are enthusiastically trekking to Durham for my graduation.
So I complain a lot. I complain about boredom, busyness, boys, b----es, booze, buffoonery and everything in between.
For most of my life, I’ve been under the impression that I’m decently attractive, funny, creative, athletic and really, really smart.
A personal narrative about the role of street art in France, Chile and Durham, N.C.
The recent hype surrounding marijuana legalization reminded me of a particularly outrageous conversation I had with a friend a few years back.
Today I write to y’all from my couch, where I’m trying to overcome what might be the worst hangover of my life.
Well folks, it’s that dreaded time of year again. A time laden with stress, anxiety and too few social events to satisfy even the least relevant of GDIs.
My all-time stress level peaked around age 4, when I became utterly terrified of everything.
