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It's called 'pop.' Change my mind

(04/04/19 3:48pm)

I have a confession to make: in my head, I use the word “pop” instead of “soda” when I see someone grab a Mountain Dew or when I pass the Coca Cola bottles in the campus store. It’s a part of me; I have been saying it for as long as I remember, and until I left high school, I never thought much about it. Before coming to Duke, I never realized that it was weird to say “pop” to refer to the category of sweet drinks that students add to their alcohol to mask the taste. After one of my friends caught me saying it and, mostly in jest, called my choice of words “gross,” I’ve put a lot of thought into what I say when referring to pop and rarely say the word out loud. 

https://www.dukechronicle.com/article/2019/04/its-called-pop-change-my-mind

Why is your career already your life?

(03/06/19 5:00am)

In almost any conversation about future plans with my fellow students at Duke, I catch myself wondering how anyone is so sure about what they want to do with their lives. At 19 years old you’ve already decided that you’re going to spend the rest of your life as a doctor, mathematician, or software engineer? Or, alternatively, you’ve hedged all your bets on getting a consulting job upon graduation? Now, that’s not to say that people can’t change their minds and pivot to a different field or career—but Duke students act as if their chosen path is an absolute certainty. 

https://www.dukechronicle.com/article/2019/03/duke-university-pre-professionalism-why-is-your-career-already-your-life

Biting off more than I can chew

(01/24/19 3:33pm)

I walked into the kitchen in my dorm, and I smelled the glorious aroma of noodles being cooked on the stove. I was starving and wanted to eat all of the ramen. A group of freshmen and sophomores informed me that they were in the midst of the spicy ramen challenge. They were sweating and the plates and bowls in front of them were dark red. Nonetheless, I was not dissuaded. My friends finished boiling the noodles and then cooked them in a light red, thin, soup-like mixture. 

https://www.dukechronicle.com/article/2019/01/duke-university-biting-off-more-than-i-can-chew

What Duke students fear the most

(10/26/18 4:48pm)

I remember the first time that a class ever kicked my ass. It was high school Honors Chemistry (Pre-AP, as we called it) in my junior year. I couldn’t make heads or tails of periodic trends. I didn’t understand orbitals. If my phenolphthalein ended up as anything lighter than fire-truck red, I was having a good titration day. Despite paying attention in class and giving the homework problems my best shot, nothing seemed to work out. I remember starting to doubt myself and what I could achieve for the very first time. If I couldn’t do pre-labs in Honors Chemistry, what if I got a C in the class? What if my GPA fell? What if I failed?

https://www.dukechronicle.com/article/2018/10/181026-sallmen

My 21st birthday and scarcely a mention of alcohol

(09/27/18 4:00am)

I am deliriously happy to be turning 21 at Duke University. Here, I am blessed with incredible friends, a community that accepts me for who I am and more resources than I know what to do with. I am studying at one of the best universities in the United States of America. I can take part in any one of a million different clubs and activities. I am living, laughing and bombing computer science exams alongside some of the brightest minds in the nation. I am at the happiest and most content point that I have ever been in my entire life. 

https://www.dukechronicle.com/article/2018/09/180927-sallmen

What I wish I had said to the boy who groped me at Shooters

(08/31/18 4:00am)

The last time I went to Shooters was mid-March. Until then, I felt relatively safe when I “rolled Shoots.” Besides the risk of being squeezed to death by a mass of intoxicated Duke students, I never felt like I had that much to worry about. In the handful of times I went first semester, nothing super eventful happened. I sang along to songs like Mr. Brightside. I tried to act like I could dance. I pretended not to see those couples that make out for hours on end on the fringes of the dance floor. I watched as some of my friends danced in the cage. 

https://www.dukechronicle.com/article/2018/08/180831-sallmen