Willy Wonka’s Glass Factory
(07/17/11 3:30am)
Over the river (with wild crocs) and through the woods dust cloud on a bumpy road in the middle of nowhere, to the Kitengela Glass Factory we go!
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Over the river (with wild crocs) and through the woods dust cloud on a bumpy road in the middle of nowhere, to the Kitengela Glass Factory we go!
This weekend I took off my internship badge and put on my tourist sunhat.
In the mornings, our little ragtag group of interns stumbles out of the house, walks groggily to the gate and for one moment, forgets where it is and steps straight onto the road when—
The hoarse cry of an eagle stops me halfway down the road to work, and I curiously peer into the grove of trees where the bird is hidden. As I walk further an unnamed, long-tailed songbird alights from its perch on the telephone wires. Right outside my workplace two ibises stride calmly across the green, sliding their curved beaks elegantly into the sheath of the red earth.
Did you notice a breath of fresh air in the downstairs Bryan Center? Maybe tulip scented?
Decked out in true blue and white, with war paint on my cheeks and winning ribbons in my hair, I marched proudly into Cameron Indoor Stadium for my first basketball game.
‘Tis my last few hours of tenting, excluding the wild party of Personal Checks.
5. Inability to do homework/lack of light
It must have been one very confused TSA officer who opened my suitcase on the way to Durham from Shanghai. Why on earth would someone pack roughly a hundred Chinese heat packs?
K-ville tents range from big, eight person tents to small, four person tents. Whatever the size, however, your temporary residence in the village of Krzyzewskiville needs to a fortress against the rain and snow.
Welcome back! I hope you’re all at least several turkeys and a pumpkin pie heavier. Unless you’ve worked it all off during Black Friday shopping. I tried to get up at four, but decided that recharging in preparation for the next few weeks was more important.
Before I went on Thanksgiving Break, my dad called me and went over the usual list of worries. Had I packed my passport? Did I call a cab? And most importantly—would I get to the airport on time for my flight?
This week’s randomly selected “Week in Chronicle History” inspects the wonderful decade of the 90s once again.
ENERGY. Lots of it.
This week, let’s go back to the future—or, at least, three decades forward from last week to 1999.
Last week my attempts at going back in history were stymied by crumbling pages. Apparently, newspapers from the 1930s don’t preserve that well. So this time, I went back to 1969—a year that held many parallels with Duke today.
"This Week in Chronicle History" is a weekly feature that dives into the depths of The Chronicle archives to recount what was going on then—now.
What were you doing back in 1993?
Although most experts focus on the biological nature of depression, the disorder’s social effects deserve more attention, said depression expert Michael Yapko in a seminar last week.
The grass is always greener at Duke.