The Chronicle: A love story
I first met The Chronicle through a mutual friend, Chelsea Pieroni, my fashionable Italian dorm mate who I thought was too cool for me (and still do). We were hanging out in the Pegram common room when she mentioned that she was heading over to a photo meeting later that evening. I was a cliche lanyard-wearing, wide-eyed freshman still trying to find my niche at Duke. So, of course, I asked if I could tag along. Soon enough, I found myself sinking into one of the many plush, suede couches in 301 Flowers.