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Financial aid at Duke is under threat, and the regressive policies that administrators may institute in the coming weeks and months could trigger a crisis of affordability at Duke.
With only three weeks until Election Day, it is still unclear if Democratic enthusiasm will translate into either a wave or just a ripple in a heavily gerrymandered North Carolina. However, as early voting opens at Duke and across North Carolina, the first hard evidence of Democratic strength is now materializing.
Content warning: this column contains references to sexual assault.
At Duke there is no shortage of hard choices to make: what classes to take, which consulting jobs to apply for, who to fall in love with, or whether or not to wake up for your 8:30 lecture. But one choice, above all others, we struggle with the most often—what to eat at West Union. And while it is a tremendous privilege to have access to all of these dining options, it can certainly induce choice fatigue. With 13 restaurants of unreasonably high quality (and price) available, the daily choice of what to eat has led to a Sisyphean nightmare of countless laps around our glass dining purgatory.
For first-years at Duke, stress comes in various forms: making friends, struggling in class, missing the bus. For many of these novel pressures, Duke attempts to provide some feeble remediation. But for perhaps the most stressful of all—finding love—even Duke can provide no help.
