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Today feels penultimate—shoutout to Lemony Snickett for teaching us that word way back when - penultimate week of classes. Penultimate clubs meetings. For me, penultimate column. We’re almost finished—and for me and the rest of my class, this time finished is final.
“One would go mad if one took the Bible seriously; but to take it seriously one must be already mad.” - Aleister Crowley
Here’s a fun fact: about three and a half years ago, a significant portion of the current senior class were vegetarians. For our summer reading book, we read "Eating Animals", a horrifying expose of the factory farming industry. While nobody ever did a survey of how many people actually read the book and changed their eating habits, the number was significant enough that there was a running joke that Duke had assigned the book to lower food costs in the Marketplace.
Before this semester, I wouldn’t have dreamed of writing about my to-do list. It probably would’ve looked a lot like yours—study for midterm, outline essay (before Tues.—meet with TA?), coffee with Alice, LAUNDRY.
“Dude you need to get your head examined.”
Yesterday was a holiday in Texas—Chris Kyle Day. The governor made the announcement last Friday, alongside continuing reports that "American Sniper" is shattering a number of box offices records. It is now the single highest-grossing war movie of all time.
Here’s something I never thought I’d say—I wish I was tested more. Like I wish that there had been more instances where I sat down in a classroom chair, pencil in my sweaty, I’m-going-to-fail palm and felt my heart rate quicken at the sight of a piece of paper.
“Split or together?”
Exactly one week ago, I received a number of texts from people asking me if they should vote. My response was always "YES!!!!"
I learned a new word today. I was following the hyperlinks on Wikipedia—typical Sunday afternoon procrastination—when I found myself reading about bicephaly, the condition of having two heads.
A few weeks ago, I participated in the procession for Founder’s Day Convocation. Processing is simple—you just walk in with a group of distinguished looking robed and hooded and hatted people while the Chapel’s organ makes you feel important.
It was a thoroughly unremarkable minute in a grocery store vitamin aisle, about a decade ago. Yet so much of what makes me who I am—my worldview, my morals, my politics—grew out of that moment.
If the written word has a voice—and, at least in my head, mine does—then mine is shaking as I say this:
It is the era of the cynic.
“We are perishing for want of wonder, not want of wonders.” – G.K. Chesterton
$61,404.
This week, Cosmopolitan Magazine published an article about Duke’s latest scandal—the oftentimes-upsetting response to the news that a member of the freshman class also happens to be a porn star. The article began as follows:
Whenever I can’t think of a topic for a column, I walk around and ask people, “What makes you angry?” I’ve found that this is the easiest way to learn of topics that deserve more attention. In asking this question, I encounter topics that are urgent—topics that matter.
Last Saturday afternoon, I returned to my room after finishing my third hour of discussion about The 40 Percent Plan. As a member of the DSG Executive Board, people kept asking me about my opinion, and I felt some kind of civic responsibility to engage. I did so reluctantly—there’s only so long you can discuss the intricacies of activities funding before wanting to bang your head against a wall.
Before I rushed, I said: “But I love the diversity of random assignment.” My first-year dorm had all types: jocks, frat bros, quiet kids who rarely left their rooms, geniuses, girls who went out every night. We were all friends. I felt like I actually knew the Class of 2015. I haven’t felt like I’ve known them since.
