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Truth be told

(04/24/21 6:19pm)

Around this time three years ago, I boldly declared that while college was great, I hadn't really learned a whole lot. After one year of Duke, I felt like I knew everything—I knew only grad students went to Shooters on Friday nights, I knew that the C2 would usually pull away right as I got to the bus stop after running from Science Drive to try to make it to my next class on time, and I knew to never get stuck in the Vondy line in between the end of your 1:25 and the start of your 3:05. 

Why we wait: Duke students eagerly invest time in line for basketball and more year after year

(03/05/19 5:00am)

Americans collectively spend roughly 37 billion hours waiting in line each year. These queues range from grocery store checkout lines to traffic jams, and Duke’s campus is no different. Lines are everywhere on Duke’s campus, from Sazón to Vondy to the crowd getting on the C1 at 9:45 each morning.

Racism? Blame Duke

(09/10/18 4:00am)

I’m usually not a confrontational person. Honestly, most interpersonal communication kind of terrifies me, and I will go to great lengths to avoid it (hence the existence of this column). While I don’t use my column to air my personal grievances, if there’s something I think people should know, I won’t hesitate to write about it (my column on the superiority of Vondy iced coffee is forthcoming). A recent opinion column ran in the Chronicle that claimed characterizing Duke as racist was irresponsible and disrespectful to its students. While I’m all for a good argument and entertaining views that directly contradict my own, this claim is far too irresponsible to avoid addressing head-on.

Older, wiser and still overwhelmed

(08/27/18 4:00am)

Welcome back to campus! Hope you’re feeling ready for that first beautiful view of the chapel, first super late night in Perkins, and first encounters with all of the bright-eyed, confused-looking first-years who are now on campus. With the start of a new school year comes the traditional deluge of advice, goal setting, and ‘we back’ Snapchat stories, so I figured I’d throw in my two cents. However, the first-years have had enough of people talking to them this week. They’ve already heard how amazing their Duke experience will be and to take advantage of all the wonderful opportunities coming their way, so instead, this one is for the sophomores. I feel totally qualified to give this advice, since I myself am a sophomore (meaning I’ve got about ten days of not being a first-year under my belt) and have now been to O-Week twice, so obviously I know everything.

Turn frustration into action

(04/12/18 9:06pm)

A white wall. Black letters. They blurred together, almost too fast to even put together what the fresh paint on the wall of the East Campus tunnel said. As the bus emerged from under the bridge into the Easter morning light, I caught a glimpse of “Parkland” on the inside wall, immediately causing my heart to sink. The ache doubled over when I saw the wall facing me as the bus drove away: three black crosses on the same stark white background and a single name—Stephon Clark.

Alone, not lonely

(01/30/18 5:00am)

One of my most cherished personal possessions is my calendar. I know, seriously? It might seem lame, but there's something so satisfying about pulling it up on my computer and seeing the neatly arranged boxes, each with their own color signifying the event's importance. Light blue for class, purple for meetings, and pink for plans with friends. As beautifully organized as it is, I'm starting to think I need a new color - time to be intentionally spent alone.

'Cat Person' and subtle expectations

(01/16/18 5:00am)

In the throes of reading-period procrastination last semester, I stumbled across the New Yorker short story “Cat Person,” a young woman’s exploration of relationships, gender dynamics, and identity. In the story, Margot, a college sophomore, meets, flirts with, and hooks up with Robert, a slightly older man. On the surface, it has all the ingredients of an indie rom-com or drama, awash in the muted rosy colors of young womanhood. But as Margot and Robert’s relationship progresses beyond their bonding over Red Vines, from a date where he’s strangely distant to a night at a bar where he’s much too forward, the reality of the imbalance in their relationship hit me.