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Crying in public and other life lessons

(05/02/16 2:21pm)

My journey to The Chronicle has likely not been unique. It was fall of my freshmen year, and while everyone around me seemed to have found their “thing,” I was left with a handful of rejections and uncertainty about where—and if—I belonged. Doors had closed, most definitely, but it didn’t seem like any had opened in their place. Having signed up for a flurry of listerves, I continued to receive information about campus groups and for whatever reason it was a recruitment email from The ready that caught my eye. And so I ventured up to the no longer intimidating 301 Flowers, reading to pick up my first story. I loved writing, but had zero experience in journalism. It didn’t matter, they said. I was welcome anyways.



When big business meets social conservatism

(04/06/16 5:19am)

Every so often, something happens that makes me cringe and question my love for the place I’ve called home these past four years. This is one of those times. The past few weeks have set off what New York Times columnist Frank Bruini calls, “The Republicans’ Gay Freakout.” Two weeks ago, the legislature here in North Carolina convened for a special session to pass the most extreme anti-LGBT law in recent memory, overruling an anti-discrimination ordinance in Charlotte and banning other local governments from passing similar measures. Our representatives also voted to mandate that all people in North Carolina use the bathroom that match their birth gender, an act that specifically and maliciously targets the transgender community. Then they decided to prohibit localities from enacting their own minimum wage laws.


Six weeks of spring

(03/23/16 4:47am)

I recently became engulfed in a minor existential crisis. It crept up on me slowly enough—January rolled around and I transitioned out of some leadership positions so others could take over. I decided to underload with classes I thought I’d enjoy as opposed to ones that solely fulfilled requirements. I became increasingly disinterested and disengaged with a social climate I found emotionally exhausting and at times toxic. Spring break arrived, and I spent the week engaged in pure unadulterated bliss unbeholden to the stresses that have accompanied past times off. Now, I am back on campus and other than a handful of continued responsibilities, I have fewer obligations than any other point of my college experience. There are fewer “things I absolutely have to do/attend” and more “things I can do/attend if I feel like it.” It was as if everything I’ve ever known was continuing on without me. And so came a shocking revelation: I had become irrelevant.


Beyond a single sexy week

(03/09/16 6:47am)

Last week, One Sexy Week arrived on campus with a keynote address by feminist activist and sex educator Laci Green. Green’s lecture focused on combatting rape culture by dismantling dangerous themes through education, awareness and action. As an avid enthusiast of taking down the patriarchy, I love that Duke supports and promotes this type of programming, but I’ve noticed it’s often the same students who attend these events. A topic this important should be accessible and disseminated to all—so where is everyone else getting their information? Not even specifically about rape culture, but sex in general. Given the dire state of sex education in our country, they are probably not.


Falling in love in February

(02/10/16 5:44am)

I recently fell in love with two things I have a tendency to keep my distance from—nature and exercise. Sure, I can appreciate the beauty of the outdoors, but I prefer to admire it inside and protected from the elements. And before this year, I had ventured to Wilson Gym maybe four times my entire undergraduate career (more if you include visits to Quenchers). But this past summer, I found myself working in a city where walking was my primary mode of transport, and I latched onto the idea of moving around by foot. Four months ago, I realized I wanted to tap back into that interest and decided to take up running.


Inclusion, training and the pervasiveness of implicit bias

(01/27/16 7:02am)

Last week, Duke Open Campus Coalition published an open letter to President Brodhead expressing concerns over perceived censorship and a campus climate that threatened academic freedom. These student leaders—though concerned about acts of racism, homophobia and bigotry—were unsettled by recent demands from student protestors. But while I laud DOCC’s support for an open and inclusive campus, good intentions do not necessarily translate into well-founded arguments. Specifically, I was troubled by the group’s opposition to “the administration’s recent announcements suggesting that Implicit Bias Training and a required diversity course may soon be institutionalized” and labeling of such efforts as “mandatory reeducation classes.” This is what I want to address in my column.


It must have been love

(01/13/16 7:19am)

I like to consider myself a connoisseur of exceptional and eclectic playlists. Every so often, I become engrossed in certain genres, spending days and even weeks exploring the depths of Spotify for hidden gems and long-time favorites. It began with my “Nobody Understands Me” playlist—consisting of mid to late 2000s alternative rock, emblematic of my angsty middle school days­—and blossomed from there into a pretty consistent hobby. Over winter break, I discovered my latest obsession: 1980s love songs.


Violent actions, dangerous rhetoric

(12/01/15 6:49am)

Just a day after Thanksgiving, Americans witnessed yet another mass shooting on our country’s soil, this time at a Planned Parenthood clinic in Colorado Springs. Three people were killed, another nine were injured and the gunman was later revealed to be 57-year-old Robert Lewis Dear Jr. President Obama issued a statement condemning the attack and insisting, “This is not normal. We can’t let it become normal.” When I heard about this horrific event, though, it indeed felt very normal. In 2015 alone, there have already been 351 mass shootings and so the fact that this sort of event happened is depressingly not that surprising.



The last autumn

(11/03/15 6:08am)

It was my freshman year at Duke when I first became aware of an incredible phenomenon: seasons. I came to campus primarily accustomed to two types of climate conditions—weather that was hot and sunny and weather that required a sweater. Anything below 60 degrees was considered too cold, and I can’t recall ever seeing a tree in my city change colors. It was the perks of being born and raised in Los Angeles.


The end, but not really

(09/22/15 5:11am)

Lately, it seems like everyone around me is going through an existential crisis. Particularly in the senior class, there seems to be a collective panic that our days are numbered and, consequently, we should have a definitive life plan within the next few weeks. The onslaught of info sessions, coffee chats and the career fair have further solidified the unacceptability of uncertainty—we should know what we want to do, and act upon it quickly.


Living on West but pining for East

(08/25/15 6:59am)

For the past three years, I have been trying to escape the campus bus system. Freshmen and sophomore year I lived on East, junior year I was on Central, and now as a senior I finally made it to West where every class, campus event and desired food option is a short walk away. And so I arrived on campus this year brimming with enthusiasm at the prospect of never having to wait for a bus again. That lasted about four days until I realized I missed the jogging trail that loops around East and did not want to run anywhere else. So there I was on the second day of O-Week boarding a C-1 with all the freshmen looking to make their way home.


Restless but ready

(05/22/15 2:26pm)

I am in the midst of that awkward period of summer after school lets out but before my internship starts. It’s too short a time span to really get another job or complete some sort of summer project, so I have essentially been lounging at home for the past two weeks with no set schedule and few pressing obligations. There are things I can do, but nothing I absolutely need to do.


ESG endorses Mecklai and Guarco

(03/02/15 7:05pm)

Engineering Student Government is proud to announce its endorsements for the 2015 Duke Student Government elections. After careful consideration of each candidate’s proposals for Duke, ESG agreed that Keizra Mecklai and John Guarco have ideas that best encompass the interests of Duke’s student body. Both of these candidates stood out as leaders who can effectively speak for all Duke students, and the engineering community in particular.


DSG Endorsement Policy

(02/24/15 4:50am)

The Chronicle will be running endorsement letters for the 2015 Duke Student Government elections. From February 25 to March 2 we will publish endorsement letters for the positions of President, Executive Vice President and the Student Organization Funding Committee Chair. No endorsements will be published Tuesday, March 3, the day of the election. The final deadline for endorsements will be 6 p.m. on Sunday, March 1.




The wisdom that comes with age

(11/24/14 11:13am)

Fall is probably my favorite season when I’m at Duke. Growing up in the seemingly perpetually sunny Los Angeles, I never realized the complete and total lack of seasons. I was under the impression we had all of them. But then I came to the South and was amazed to discover that leaves do, in fact, collectively change colors and that autumn is a real occurrence. And I fell in love with the sights and flavors and the overarching beauty that is fall.