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We blinked and all that time was somehow gone. At the end of April, times are hard: students feel buried by final assignments, projects and exams. These April showers are drowning us. Yet, we keep marching, fueled by the promise of May flowers.
I was 19 years old when I learned how to pump my bike tires. I had been riding it flat for the last couple of weeks, and while I had a pump in my closet, I didn’t know how to use it. I was going to wait until the end of the semester, when I could have my dad help me pump it. Thankfully, a friend showed me how. It took all of 30 seconds per tire.
"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
Sometimes, when I feel overwhelmed, I look to the teachers of the past for sound advice. Last Sunday night, I chose Aesop, whose fables shaped my childhood. The copy I read had all the classics, like “The Hare and the Tortoise,” “The Lion and the Mouse” and “The Goose and the Golden Eggs,” as well as some lesser known stories.
Sometimes, our most spontaneous decisions also prove to be our best. Unexpectedly, my favorite class this semester is the one I was initially unsure about (and the only one I didn’t need to take, given my major requirements). Intro to Performance Studies with Douglas Jones looks at analyzing performance through different lenses. The assigned readings range from lesser-known-20th-century plays to analytical essays seeking to link performance to ritual to its need for human survival. Our class discussions are enough to invigorate me for the week.
Springtime is upon us. With that comes warmer weather, delicate flower buds, longer days and a newfound feeling of freshness that comes with all things new. Spring is peeling the protective film off a new iPhone. Spring is folding clothes that are warm, fresh out of the dryer. Spring is taking a cold shower on a hot day.
Here we are at the start of a new semester. As we become reacquainted with our dorm rooms, discover new classrooms and reclaim old routines, it can feel automatic to simply fall back into the mechanism of things. With the new year just begun, many of us have made resolutions — and resolved to actually stick to our resolutions this time.
As Thanksgiving draws nearer, Americans across the nation will start to look at their lives in retrospect and reflect on the graces they have been blessed with so far.
Although I am not an expert on environmental issues, there are some things that I can identify as mostly “good” or “bad” for the environment just as easily as the next guy. Namely, the misuse of resources (water, food, energy) is generally bad, and the reduction of waste and recycling is good.
Stranded on campus during Fall Break, I decided to finally take a stroll in the Sarah P. Duke Gardens. For the first time in a while, I had time to spare.
Skepticism towards standardized tests has become increasingly obvious in recent years, with more than 1,900 colleges and universities in the U.S. remaining test-optional for the 2023-24 application cycle. Just a few months ago, Harvard University announced that applications will remain test-optional for at least four more admissions cycles, asserting that “students who do not submit standardized test scores will not be disadvantaged in their application process.”
I cannot be the only freshman who has felt resentful towards the student in front of me in line at Marketplace for taking the last of the scrambled eggs in the morning — that is, just to feel embarrassed immediately after as a new pan, reaping of freshly scrambled eggs, is brought out.
When I was placed into the freshman requisite Writing 101: Creativity and Thinking, I was disappointed. Not only was this 8:30 a.m. class not my first choice, it also seemed to focus on a topic that I was out of touch with. I initially did not consider myself to be at all creative. Creativity, as I saw it, was a skill reserved for the naturally artistic, and the study of it sounded difficult and mundane.
