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(05/20/15 10:36am)
On my walks to Lilly Library on many a morning during spring semester, I saw plenty of my female classmates in groups of three or four hunched over standard-size beverage coolers, painting intricate, gorgeous designs on the cooler’s sides. At Duke and many other southern universities, the final weeks of the spring semester bring fraternity formals—weekend-long away trips where brothers and their dates spend the weekend celebrating the end of the academic year. Women often paint designs, including Greek letters and the logos of companies like Vineyard Vines or Budweiser, on a standard drink cooler as a thank-you gift to her date. They look amazing, with personalized interpretations of the Blue Moon logo, the Patagonia logo, and other original designs.
(03/20/15 10:34am)
I spent my spring break this year at my home in New Jersey. Every time I’ve come home since the beginning of my time at Duke, I seem to bring home with me a new or controversial topic of discussion—that leaves my family and I debating at the kitchen table for 45 minutes after we finish eating dinner.
(03/06/15 10:11am)
I recently became familiar with the concept of “Oh” majors.
(02/22/15 4:14am)
For every memory I have of Mom scrubbing at plates and spoons in yellow rubber gloves, I have one of Dad sorting a massive pile of dirty clothing into neat piles of colors, whites and delicates and running the loads through the washing machine in a process as smooth as a well-tested assembly line. When I was growing up, watching my parents work together to clear the kitchen table of dishes and utensils brought me a kind of comfort.
(02/06/15 10:28am)
The vast number of selective living groups on campus speaks to the vast number of characteristics that can bring students together, unite them in solidarity and give them the ability to live with one another. And every year, rush leaves a significant portion of our student population affiliated with some kind of selective living group.
(01/09/15 6:22pm)
I can talk to my best guy friend about almost anything. We come to each other for advice, hang out a decent amount outside of class, and have a great time when we’re out with friends. We have developed a really great friendship over the past few months, one in which we’re honest with and respect each other. I’ve just got one problem.
(12/03/14 10:30am)
The movement of the beginning of the holiday shopping season from Black Friday to Thanksgiving Day has driven a vicious wedge between enthusiastic consumers, retailers, staunch holiday traditionalists and workers. The wishes of each of these groups have been at odds with each other, resulting in protests, strikes, stampedes, fighting and other atrocities that come with shopping on Thanksgiving. Rather than attempting to stop the madness by prohibiting Thanksgiving shopping altogether or taking the problematic, purely capitalist solution, workers, bargain-hunters and those who wish to hold Thanksgiving sacred should attempt a solution that rests on middle ground. Retailers who wish to open on Thanksgiving should be allowed to do so, make Thanksgiving shifts volunteer-based rather than compulsory and incentivize workers to work special holiday hours with increased wages.
(11/19/14 10:26am)
“Suppose that there were a pill that you could take which would make you more intelligent. Smarter. It would help you focus. It would help you stay awake. It would help you learn. Would you take it?”
(11/05/14 10:09am)
I challenge you to find a freshman who has not been asked to register to vote in this year's midterm elections outside of Marketplace over the past month. Duke Student Government, Duke Political Union and other civically-minded campus organizations have done much to mobilize Duke's undergraduate voters, and it can be hoped that their work will produce an uptick in voter turnout despite the newly-passed voter registration law, which makes it more difficult for college students like us to cast their votes.
(10/22/14 8:12am)
I love comedy. Mindy Kaling is my role model, I would marry Andy Samberg and if I could have dinner with any five people, Steve Martin and Tina Fey would be in the mix. My senior quote in my high school yearbook was from Pam of "The Office," not only because I liked the quote, but also because I, too, would like to one day marry Jim Halpert.
(10/08/14 8:45am)
I'm a fan of two of the most hated teams in sports—the New York Yankees and the Duke Blue Devils. When I was just a middle school girl, I got a surprising amount of teasing for being a Yankees fan—‚such was life in central New Jersey, where friction arose from the clash of Yankees and Mets fans, with a few Phillies fans thrown into the mix. I distinctly remember being made "It" one time in a game of tag solely because I was the only Yankee fan in the group. It was a rough life.
(09/24/14 8:06am)
If there's one thing that a lot of people I know outside of Duke—and myself—are good at, it's complaining. Oh, how I've loved telling people just how much it sucks that my first two midterm exams of college are upon me, I have my off-campus job to work, an athletic team for which I'm trying out, an essay to write, a lab report to complete and some newspaper article to edit, all within the span of the next 48 hours.
(09/10/14 8:48am)
I've been on campus for four weeks now and have opened up a newspaper an embarrassingly low number of times. Yes, my long-standing ritual of reading the news--which began when I was in fourth grade with a read-through of the comics, transitioned to an examination of the gossip section and matured into a reading of news and opinion columns--evaporated the minute I arrived on campus for pBUILD, orientation and classes. I lost my habit in the same way many people lose their room key lanyard— unconsciously, until they realize how badly they need it.
(08/27/14 9:47am)
A note from the columnist: Believe me when I say that the only reason I waited until the last day of Orientation Week to begin writing the first installment of my fall column is that I wanted to fully experience O-Week start-to-finish so as to provide my most accurate and realized reflection of my first week of college to you, dear readers. (Not that I may have done Wednesday Night Shooters or spent too much time in the Randolph common room.) What, you don't believe me?
(06/12/14 6:22am)
Dear Dad,
(05/29/14 7:14am)
Ah, high school—that wonderland of brick walls and linoleum floors, of clocks that tick too loudly and fluorescent lights so unflattering that every blackhead on a student’s face is painfully visible. For some of us, our high school years are our most enjoyable—for others, time spent in a chair while the dentist sucks their saliva (and soul, it seems) through a vacuum straw is more pleasurable than their four years of secondary education.
(05/15/14 9:14am)
I was an awkward fourteen-year-old.
