On home
By Julia Janco | April 16, 2015Moving into my dorm room freshman year, I remember someone telling me “welcome home.”
Moving into my dorm room freshman year, I remember someone telling me “welcome home.”
At the end of my junior year, a few friends and I decided we were ready to move off-campus.
I grip my fist tight in the palm of my hand, plant my feet shoulder width-apart and whip my elbow around, making firm contact with the shield.
$63,273. That’s the total cost of attendance at Duke next year, after The Board of Trustees recently announced a 3.8% tuition increase.
I’ve never been good at asking for help. Some might call it independence or self-reliance, but mostly I think I’m just too stubborn to let anyone know I can’t handle everything on my own.
I am sitting with a group of 4th graders I work with when one of them casually mentions that she is waiting for her dad to bring home her new iPhone 6.
“How were your holidays?”
A few weeks back, I was walking past Pegram toward my off-campus house in the pouring rain—my headphones were in and my hood was up, a demeanor that practically screamed, "I am cold, miserable and...