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Graduation is a week away and everyone keeps telling me the same thing: that the real world is a disappointing place, cramped with crowded subway commutes and crushing expectations and occasional heartbreak stirred in with bills that have to be paid on time.
At Duke, you’ll find secrets everywhere you look: in the faces of gargoyles hiding beneath Gothic arches, whispered between students on the bus, buried in the Chapel crypt.
Walking is one thing I love most about being at Duke: down long stretches of Campus Drive, under stone arches on West Campus, up and down the hills of the Al Buehler trail–but mostly, through the gardens.
In the fall of my junior year, I found my legs dangling from the exam table of a doctor’s office explaining symptoms of nausea that wouldn’t go away. Stress and anxiety had caused my appetite to disappear: I’d sit down for a meal and not be able to eat. I wasn’t hungry for my favorite hamburger and milkshake combo I’d enjoyed weekly for years.
“Are you the shy one or the talkative one?”
One hundred and sixty-eight years ago this January, Leo Tolstoy wrote what is possibly the greatest diary entry of all time. It read:
Duke will start to feel like home slowly at first. Then, all at once, you offhandedly refer to going ‘back home’ during winter break of your first year, to which your mom casts you a look of confusion and disappointment. “You are at home,” she says.
If you’ve ever knelt down to pick up a stray fortune cookie fortune littered on the ground, or gotten your knees dirty to search for a four-leaf clover in the grass, then you know the feeling that I’m talking about. It’s the same feeling that arrives when you look to the sky for a shooting star. This effort to find meaning in the little events of our daily lives: it’s called believing in magic.
“Why don’t you look it up for homework today?” was the response of my elementary school teacher whenever I raised my hand with a question too big to answer, ones like “When does infinity end?”, “Who put a hole in the ozone?” and “What makes the internet work?” My teacher would deflect as a way of saying “I don’t know” without actually admitting it.
In the Senate confirmation hearing of Judge Brett Kavanaugh, one word was mentioned more than others. Twelve times, in fact. It wasn't "justice" or "remorse" or "assault," it was a four-letter word that was just as common in the summer of 1982 as it is in 2018:
To the girl in the headlines:
The Academic Council discussed strategic planning themes to foster collaboration at Duke and a proposed Duke Kunshan University master's degree at its monthly meeting Thursday afternoon.
The Office of the University Registrar has experienced a lot of change this year with the appointment of new University Registrar Frank Blalark. Previously served in the same position at Purdue University, Blalark previously served in the same position at Purdue University and also serves as assistant vice provost at Duke. He replaced Bruce Cunningham Aug. 31. Cunningham retired after his tenure of almost 20 years at the registrar’s office.
