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My junior fall, I spent many weekend nights with my roommate working on internship applications. In our double facing main quad, we'd sit at our desks or curled up in bed, typing away at our computers, editing cover letters and resumes, filling out applications, doing coding challenges, recording video interviews, emailing recruiters, preparing for interviews, updating our internship spreadsheets—all the things that made up “recruitment.”
Whenever I told adults that I was a) a math major who b) wasn't sure what I wanted to do after graduation, I would always hear something along the lines of, "don't worry, you can do anything with math." Often, the phrase "transferable skills" would come up.
"[Leonardo da Vinci] pretty quickly understood that a human would not be able to flap enough to create enough lift to overcome the human weight,” said Eli Weinreb, Pratt '18.
A few months ago, the Chronicle looked at what the major composition was like within each Greek organization. What about Greek composition within each major? If you're sitting in a room with all the students in a particular major, what does that room look like?
How rich are the schools that Duke students come from?
It's been brought to the attention of the Chronicle that many Duke students on the premedical track have been accused of making a highly offensive comment: "You're not like other premeds."
A recent study conducted by the Duke Alumni Association found a high correlation between satisfaction with the undergraduate social experience and future alumni donations. This alone has pushed the Housing and Residential Life to scramble to put together a new housing model.
A first year computer science major has developed an app called “FastRush” that will be replacing the traditional rush system for sororities starting in Spring 2019.
Last April, I had an insightful p-frosh ask me, "Doesn't that mean you're less exposed to everyone else? Doesn't that limit your worldview?" in response to hearing about the residential and social model here.
One Saturday night, a friend is in my room to chill for a bit before going to "Kappa probate."
The Duke Social Relationships Project once found that 10 percent of students had not talked with any of their professors outside of class in the past month.
Sometimes I joke that everything at Duke boils down to a scheduling problem. As bookbagging begins, I see all of the classes and interests that I can't pursue simply because the times don’t match up. The difference from developing a relationship with a professor has sometimes boiled down to whether or not I had another class during their office hours. I like to add talks and events to my calendar only to realize later that I can't go because of a scheduling conflict. Last column, I mentioned how Arianna Huffington likes to schedule her sleep.
When my brother was in high school, I remember attending a college info session where a senior talked about how he learned to embrace the non-academic aspects of college. The only part I remember now is him talking about his sleep schedule. For his first few years, he went to sleep at 10 p.m. every night and missed out on a variety of social experiences as a result. But when he became an upperclassman, began sleeping later and started to embrace spontaneity, he was able to embrace college life more wholeheartedly. At that point in my life (when I was in elementary school), I thought I was an insomniac because I couldn’t fall asleep by 9:30 p.m. every night. The idea that one could be missing out because he or she was getting a healthy amount of sleep boggled me.
My first year, I tried to so, so hard, not to tie myself to any one identity. I didn't want to be identified by my potential major, dorm, hometown, race, Myer-Briggs personality type, extracurriculars, or any other affiliations. In groups, I laughed at things when other people laughed, because hey, I could see the humor, and I tried to match the energy of whatever conversation was happening. Not exactly in the name of conforming, but in the name of understanding, of wanting to deeply understand people, in an attempt to focus more on others and not myself (or could it be out of a belief that I had nothing to contribute?).
As another hurricane is likely narrowly missing Durham right now, I'd like to take one last breath to discuss the hurricane that I escaped back in my hometown a few weeks ago. After Hurricane Harvey brought a year's worth of rainfall to Houston in but a few days, there’s a significant amount of infrastructure that needs to be repaired or replaced ($40 billion worth, by some estimates).
PSA to first-years: one of the items on the Chronicle's 101 things to before you graduate is "go to the activities fair as a freshman, sign-up for 10+ clubs, and get spammed with emails for the next four years." The activities fair is today. Go out on the quad and enjoy all the resources that will only be available to you for four years.
In the last few days of this past semester, in between my last final exam and my flight back to Houston, I got the FOMO that I’ve come to expect, find amusing and also dread at the same time.
First off, I apologize for referring to you as a "sorority girl." Even given what I'm about to write below, I recognize that you already deal enough with the negative stereotypes associated with Greek life, and I’d like not to contribute to them. What I’m about to write may not even apply to you. However, I've also learned that clickbait titles are, well, clickbait, so bear with me here.
I'm sure you've been showered with praise (and stickers?) since getting your acceptance letter to Duke, so I'll skip all of the congratulatory messages. That being said, you should recognize it as a privilege to be accepted, and I do hope you come.
At the end of last semester, I remember telling one of my advisors that I had been settling into Duke slowly but surely, that my classes were interesting but not unmanageable, that I had found a niche of friends, and that I think I was more or less ready for second semester.