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When we became editors of The Chronicle in May 2005 and 2006, respectively, we learned one valuable lesson right off the bat: If you wanted to gain instant credibility in the newsroom, all you needed to say was, “It’s OK. I spoke to Professor Tifft about it.”
I love Last Day of Classes. I realize that this is neither a thrilling opening line nor a particularly unique perspective. I mean, let's be honest: Who at Duke doesn't love a day devoted to pretending like classes actually ended the day prior and indulging in an hours-long, 6,000-person party, complete with drinks, live music and (fingers crossed) perfect spring weather?
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Two afternoons each week, Richard White Lecture Hall buzzes with the sounds of a late-night jazz club. * Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey, Duke Ellington and Ella Fitzgerald's musical stylings echo through the auditorium. Saxophones and trombones wail, drums roll, and pianos jam. Rhythm reigns. * No, this isn't Durham's freshest jazz joint. Nor is it a reincarnation of Jazz at the Mary Lou, with a marked absence of the laughter and alcohol-lubricated social exchanges that characterize that weekly soiree. * What goes on in White Lecture Hall is strictly academic. * Welcome to Music 74, "Introduction to Jazz," one of the most famous-and infamous-classes at Duke.
It would be easy to hate Doug Kim. At the end of his first week on the job as a financial analyst for Mercer Oliver Wynam--a gig he picked up straight out of Duke--the 22-year-old New Yorker is heading for a sunny, tropical paradise.
Duke is at a crossroads." A friend of mine said those words to me the other day in the midst of a discussion about the upcoming semester, and I can't think of a more appropriate way to describe the University's current state.
HOI AN, Vietnam -- What defines Duke? I suppose that is a loaded, multi-faceted question. On the one hand, there are the admissions-office-brochure answers: good academics, good basketball (ok, great basketball) and a diverse student body.
TRANG, Thailand - Disarmingly casual. That's the best phrase I can think of to describe the Thai teachers at the schools where my friends and I currently are working. They have no problem-and I mean no problem whatsoever-asking us personal questions and divulging intimate details about their lives or, more shockingly, the lives of their students.
TRANG, Thailand - I am Miss Universe. Not really, of course, but to several of my Thai students I am.
TRANG, Thailand -- Thailand is a puzzle. A very complicated puzzle. Everything fits together perfectly; every sight, sound and smell. Yet if you were to pull apart the puzzle and try to put it back together, it would seem nearly impossible to make all of the pieces fit because separated, the aspects of life in southern Thailand seem incongruous.
My mother is fustian. She likes to use big words-flamboyent words, dramatic words. The truth is, however, that she sometimes gets her words wrong. Don't get me wrong, she is a brilliant woman. Nonetheless, she confuses similar terms, mispronounces foreign ones and, best of all, sometimes makes intricate words up completely.
Could you give me the name of a few good black students on campus to talk to? You know, to get their perspective on this whole racial problem."
I had the pleasure of being a marshal during commencement events last weekend. In addition to being congratulated at least 50 times on earning my Duke degree (an understandable mistake on the part of exuberant parents, seeing as the marshals wear black gowns like the graduates), I learned everything my mother will want to know to make sure my own graduation is to her liking next year. I even get to keep the gown, although mine-unlike anyone else's-has hideous black appendages on the arms that make me look like a bat.
It's Tuesday night, and I'm doing something completely out of the ordinary. In fact, it's almost alien.
For Etta Pisano, work is personal. Her mother passed away from breast cancer when Pisano was only 15.
What's in a name?
John Lynn Moorhead, Trinity '35 and editor of The Chronicle's 30th volume, died Monday at his home in Durham. He was 92.
The new Financial Aid Initiative was the cornerstone of discussion at the Board of Trustees meeting this weekend, as President Richard Brodhead kicked off the public phase of the campaign. Officials hope to raise $300 million in endowed aid over the next three years.
Anne Curry applied to Duke with a form her mother retrieved from a trash can. Curry did not have a guidance counselor, and she had never heard of financial aid.
Preston Robert Tisch, chair of Loews Corporation and chair and co-owner of the New York Giants football organization, passed away Tuesday at the age of 79. Family spokespeople reported that the cause of death was a brain tumor, which was initially diagnosed in 2004.
