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The day after the big, bad wolf called David Horowitz came to visit lovable grandmother Nan's Gothic Wonderland is a perfect time to start thinking about how we approach problems that are supposedly present on our campus.
In the beginning of March, an interesting debate unfolded on this campus, prompted by ESPN's special "Outside the Lines," which, as The Chronicle pointed out in its March 7 editorial, "raised serious questions about the priorities of a top-10 university."
You should boycott the upcoming Duke Student Government executive elections by staying away from the polls and not voting.
Two weeks ago, I wrote about my first impressions on fraternity life. This week, I'd like to expose the side of fraternity life you couldn't see in Animal House.
The summer before I came to college, an older friend of mine gave me National Lampoon's Animal House as a graduation present.
It's sorority rush. It's the most wonderful time of the year.
Recently, the Los Angeles Times ran an interesting piece contrasting the packed atmosphere of Cameron Indoor Stadium to the rows of empty bleachers in Wallace Wade. But there is one important aspect the author failed to capture in the story--how little it takes to get the fans excited about our football team.
"Diversification was one part of the original plan for both migration of sophomores to West and the movement of selective houses," said Larry Moneta, vice president for student affairs, in the Nov. 1 issue of The Chronicle. "It's always been one objective."
Two weeks ago, I expressed my disappointment with the course evaluation system currently found on ACES. My argument was that without qualitative data from students' written comments, the reams of quantitative data provided are all but useless to the undergraduate student body.
When you click on the link, you're confronted with 30-plus different evaluation categories and lots and lots of numbers. Soon enough, you come to realize that almost no useful information can be garnered from this data unless you run a linear regression analysis on it.
If common knowledge serves well, each fall over half the junior class leaves the confines of the Gothic Wonderland for a study abroad program. From what I can tell, it appears that the four-year, eight semesters on Duke's campus graduation plan is the exception rather than the norm.
It's been two weeks.
It was hard to miss the sleek laptop that was sitting on an old wooden table right outside of Alpine Bagels.
In the June 8 issue of the Wall Street Journal, an article appeared titled, "Campus Currency: At Elite Universities, A Culture of Money Highlights Class Divide." The author chose Duke University to illustrate his point.
I'm often asked to offer an opinion on the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and my response draws curious looks: I believe that Carolina helps keep Duke unique and differentiates us from Ivy League schools.
At 8:14 a.m. Eastern Standard Time Monday, Timothy McVeigh was executed by lethal injection. The usual motley crew of protesters that gathers for such an event was not present this time around--barely a hundred lonely souls who valiantly cling to their belief that all human life is sacred made it to Terre Haute, Indiana.
I've found myself in the following situation numerous times. A construction crew performing some roadwork has reduced the usually available three lanes of a major street to two. This has caused congestion from long lines of cars patiently wait to get out of the bottleneck. As I'm listening to the radio and wondering when the line of cars in front of me will move, I look to my left and notice an orange sign beside the road that says: "CONSTRUCTION WORK: Lane ends 500 Feet." Off to the left, the lane stretches out like a silver scarf for 500 feet... without a single car on it. There is absolutely nothing on this stretch of the road other than pavement-no cones, signs, construction crews.... And there is absolutely nothing stopping me-or the 47 cars in front of and behind me-from steering left, driving those extra 500 feet and then sneaking back into the line 25 cars ahead.
Over the years I've received many questions from newly-arrived immigrants about the peculiarities of American society. Why is sex such an obsession in this country? Why is it so difficult to find true, honest and loyal friends? Why does everyone work so damn hard?
For many smokers, giving up cigarettes is one of the most difficult experiences they could ever go through.