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The recent and deeply ugly disturbances on campus involving threats and racial slurs have coincided with a national wave of dissatisfaction with college culture. So far, everyone at Duke has done his duty.
The Chronicle’s recent editorial that argues for the disbanding of the Duke College Republicans comes to a strong conclusion without a strong argument to back it up. The editorial notes that the DCR was cleared by the DSG Judiciary last year regarding the impeachment of former club President Justin Robinette, yet feels that a set of distasteful and discriminatory emails compiled by Robinette compels the DSG Senate to disband the organization altogether.
It was another life, another time, another place. Well, actually, it only feels that way. In reality it was freshman orientation, four years ago, on East Campus. I had just returned from the great freshman field trip downtown, where the Durham Bulls had again proven that baseball can, in fact, be even more boring than what you see on TV.
Well, folks, we've done it yet again. The interminable hours of endorsement meetings have passed, the letters nobody reads have stopped taking up space in the paper and most of the inane posters some chump thought would be clever at two in the morning have disappeared; we've grunted out another Duke Student Government election.
Duke has always drawn its share of haters. In fact, we're the No. 1 most hated school on CBS's NCAA tournament Facebook application. We're like the Yankees or the Lakers: good enough for long enough to be worth hating, and somehow able to get under the skin of thousands upon thousands of people around the world.
So I guess we've finally learned what it takes to turn Duke against Barack Obama: picking North Carolina for the Final Four and not us.
All war is a scam." Well, that's what a student in a class of mine told the professor as we were all sitting around waiting for class to start, anyway.
Last week, Duke was hit by a troll. Not the kind of troll that waits under bridges for unsuspecting billy goats, but the kind that has become so plentiful on the untamed Internet. In Internet lingo, a troll is someone who specializes in doing or saying whatever it takes to get you steamed up. That band you like? Trolls hate 'em. Movie you enjoyed? Worst trash a troll's ever seen. And your political opinions? Don't get them started.
One of the disadvantages of living on an active college campus is the number of events and student groups trying to get your attention. Fliers, posters and banners compete to have the loudest colors, the largest fonts and the most "outrageous" slogans. Sure, they might grab a second look, but after that point they're just annoying.
Fair: now there's a great word. Everybody loves things to be fair. Fair play is so ingrained in our cultural consciousness that our national leaders feel compelled to examine baseball players over the perceived lack of it. Fair is a good thing.
Marie Morrow, a 17-year-old high school senior from Aurora, Colorado, was suspended for a ten-day period this week for having guns in the back of her car. Pending a hearing, she will almost certainly be expelled from school, in accordance with state law. Fair enough, you might say.
One thousand, one hundred fifteen dollars. That's a decent chunk of change. $1,115 can buy you five of the new iPhones. It can buy you a Fender Stratocaster. It can buy an upgrade to every different version of Windows Vista. Or, it can buy you the Uncle Harry's experience.
Criticism is inherent to the job of a columnist. This is fun for us because, hey, we get to criticize people, but it also can give off the impression that we think and feel a lot more negatively about our school and our fellow students than we actually do. So it's nice every now and again to be able to point out an area where Duke and its students are beating the curve, which is what I get to do now.
Tuesday, at noon, this nation welcomed a new president. Many thousands-myself among them-crowded the capitol city, and many millions more joined from afar to watch Barack Obama's inauguration, and wish our country success. But even as we bound toward the future, I think it's right to cast one long last eye upon the man who woke Tuesday morning as Mr. President, and went to bed Tuesday night as Mr. Bush.
We are all, right now, in what you might call a season of newness. The new year is just one week old. Today we start a new semester, which brings with it new assignments to put off, new books not to read and new lectures in which to sit in the back of the class and secretly read The Chronicle (thank you). Soon there will be a new president in the White House. The air absolutely reeks of newness. Never having been one to buck tradition, I've decided to propose something new of my own, a New Year's resolution, if you will.
One of my favorite things about the end of a semester-and I use that word with a sarcasm that mere print can never fully convey-is filling out course evaluation forms. For those readers who are not students, these forms ask us to give our thoughts anonymously on the quality of the course, and to rate from one to five our success at such committee-approved goals as "synthesizing and integrating knowledge." These forms are then collected by each department and scanned, analyzed, drug tested, incinerated and delivered to the Marketplace to be baked into next Tuesday's meatloaf. At least they may as well be, judging by the number of professors who have told me the forms matter to them as little as they matter to me.
Well, that didn't take long.
Well, we've finally done it. We elected George McGovern.
A few years ago, a more ambitious columnist than I wrote an amusing parody of "The Wasteland." And while she acknowledged that her poem didn't quite reach the level of Eliot's masterpiece, she pointed out that "the Unreal City" was a fairly apt epithet for Durham.
Today is the last day to register to vote in the 2008 General Election in the state of North Carolina, and I feel certain that I am not the only one who's glad to hear it. It'll be nice to walk down the Plaza or open my apartment door without fear of being hassled to do my civic duty which I already did a few months ago, thank you very much. But as registration ends and we move ever closer to Nov. 4, I've begun to wonder whether some of my fellow students might best serve their nation by staying away from the polls.
