Duke’s alcohol policy concerning undergraduates, both on and off campus, bans “participating in or facilitating drinking games” as “unsafe/irresponsible behavior.”
America and apple pie, Duke and K-Ville, steroids and baseball. Mention steroids and most people think of baseball, Barry Bonds and the Mitchell Report.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Juliet was no politician.
It was Jan. 14, 1984. The Maryland Terrapins were playing at Cameron. Herman Veal of Maryland walked out onto the court.
My brother-in-law, Drew, is an Apple maven. At home, one mention of anything with an Apple logo and my mother starts to wipe off her glasses so she can see her phone to dial Drew’s number.
Even in our post-Glee glutted market for a capella records, Refraction is among the best.
I bet if you really tried, really took the time to drudge through the depths of your contacts list, you could be at an ATM by this evening and smoking weed by tonight.
Almost four years ago, I was sitting in my Duke alumni interview being told that Duke may not be in my future.
Alright, you’ve seen movies so you know the drill. You found the magic lamp.
I have to admit, I wasn’t confident about a lot last semester. Keeping up in school, thinking about my future, I could barely make time for you.
