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(09/19/06 4:00am)
Ching, chong, chang." Standing with his group of friends, a Duke student slung those words toward my friend and me when we walked through the West Campus Plaza to grab a late night McDonald's snack a couple of weekends ago. At first, I didn't hear what he had said, but I could tell by the sudden change in my friend's demeanor that his words weren't kind. My friend shook his head and told me to keep walking. When my friend finally clarified what the stranger had said to us, I was floored.
(12/07/05 5:00am)
Are my brown eyes not good enough? I can't look at the movie poster for the upcoming Dec. 23 release of Memoirs of a Geisha without resentment. Finally, when I am given the opportunity to see an American film in which the actors and actresses of my race are presented in roles other than martial arts experts or bookworms, I am left disappointed once again, and this time, before the movie is even released. My main complaint is with the movie poster itself.
(11/09/05 5:00am)
While I'm sometimes peeved that the shortest distance between two points on this campus is always under construction, I know I benefit from every new facility once the construction is done. I am very impressed with the new buildings that have sprung up in just the past three months alone, like the Bell Tower, von der Heyden Pavilion, and of course Bostock, my favorite. (I don't know how the library suddenly became the hotspot on campus to see and be seen, but as a nerd, I'm not complaining.)
(10/26/05 4:00am)
The Black Student Alliance's protest against William Bennett's statement still lingers in my mind, despite the incident occurring a couple of weeks ago. I, too, was infuriated by the blatant racism exhibited by Bennett and discussed the issue with my friends online the previous night. Yet, when the opportunity arose for me to protest on Main Quad the next day, I headed to class instead.
(10/13/05 4:00am)
I'd like to think I am more than a piece of paper, but any glance at a job or summer internship application tells me I'm not.
(09/28/05 4:00am)
On March 19, 2003, the day that President Bush declared war in Iraq, I was en route to Rome, Italy, accompanied by 36 classmates and my beloved high school Latin teacher, Mr. Lusco, who offers a ten-day spring break tour of Rome, Venice, Florence, and Lausanne, Switzerland to interested seniors every year. With the war looming over much of the trip's planning however, my senior trip had a greater focus on safety than in years past. Of course, the impromptu meeting called by my high school's administration the night before our departure certainly frazzled the nerves of parents, despite both Mr. Lusco's and the seniors' pleas to continue the trip as planned. The question lingered, "How will Americans be treated abroad if President Bush declares war?"
(09/14/05 4:00am)
The biggest event that takes place in the Kubagawa household in August is neither my parents' anniversary nor my brother's birthday; it is the purchase of U.S. News & World Report's "America's Best Colleges" issue.
(08/31/05 4:00am)
There was a time when gasoline was cheaper than bottled water, when friends were neither “poked” nor “confirmed,” and when the only bell that mattered was the Victory Bell on the football field. As I start my junior year at Duke, I can’t help but think back to the time when I, like the Class of 2009, was “freshmeat.”
(04/15/05 4:00am)
I would never expect to learn so much from eighth graders. Duke professors, yes. Duke students, of course. But from scrawny, gossiping pre-teens?
(04/01/05 5:00am)
My four-year-old life consisted of watching Sesame Street every day after preschool, playing with my extensive Fisher-Price toy collection and taking trips to Japan, Disney World and the beach. While embarrassing home videos and pictures capture these moments, I honestly don’t remember any of them. In fact, my first childhood memory is eating dinner with my family one evening, a monumental experience because it was the first time I did something “very, very bad.”
(03/11/05 5:00am)
My fellow citizens, I speak to you via Chronicle column to inform you of a great danger that is about to infiltrate U.S. cities today. While we continue to fight the international war on terrorism, spreading our wings of democracy and saving nations around the world with our god-given American talents, we face domestic terrorists that have been identified by the Department of Homeland Securitas as “Duke students,” who will strike fear everywhere next week under their secret code: “Spring Break.”
(02/25/05 5:00am)
What was your first impression of me?” I asked my closest Duke friends over the past summer. I vividly remembered the sweltering, August move-in day when I first met them in our freshman dormitory. I eagerly smiled and introduced myself during our first floor meeting, the moment I wanted them to recall. In my self-introduction, I identified “Miho” with the usual: my home state, hobbies and interests. I assumed that their first impressions of me would be an initial response to these three areas about myself. Their first impressions, however, weren’t related to these aspects of “Miho” at all.
(01/14/05 5:00am)
I played against the Temple men"s basketball team. The game took place after last semester's exam week on Cincinnati"s Delta flight 1103, en route to my sweet home Alabama. My plane ticket for row 26, seat E happened to place me in the middle of the Temple team, who were on their way to play the University of Alabama. And like any college basketball fanatic, I secretly observed their every move with admiration, as they chatted away about UConn"s loss to UMass that had occurred earlier that evening. Little did I know that the conversation was about to turn into a match-up with me versus them, once the player seated next to me glanced in my direction.
