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uke Kunshan University’s men's soccer team joined the district-wide Suzhou College Football League and competed in the league’s 2024 inter-school soccer tournament for the first time in program history.
Content warning: This article contains mentions of suicide and death.
When I started at Duke 40 years ago, classes seemed important. Students were here to learn new things, and professors were here to help them do that. The new things included old things — history, classics, literature, philosophy, religion — along with the sciences and social sciences.
As the semester comes to an end, the final hurrah for most students is LDOC and its long-awaited concert. Duke University Union (DUU) has outdone themselves this year and planned a fantastic lineup. If you are curious about the artists that will be gracing Abele Quad April 24, look no further.
After falling behind early in stroke play, Duke found itself in a hole that the team couldn’t get out of — and one that would stop its tournament run before the semifinals.
One of my favorite pastimes is to think about what my life might look like had I made different decisions. Kind of like in “The Butterfly Effect,” but with much lower stakes.
We blinked and all that time was somehow gone. At the end of April, times are hard: students feel buried by final assignments, projects and exams. These April showers are drowning us. Yet, we keep marching, fueled by the promise of May flowers.
I grew up religious, hard. I was raised Catholic by my parents who were also raised Catholic. I went to church every Sunday without question. I attended a private Catholic school for over ten years, from pre-kindergarten through eighth grade. Even my public high school boasted a predominantly Christian student body. My friends — whether from school, sports, or the neighborhood — were all religious, courtesy of my Bible Belt–residing town.
EarthFest, an annual celebration of Earth Day by various environmentally-minded organizations at Duke, took place from 12 to 4 p.m. Friday on the Bryan Center Plaza.
A team of mechanical engineers has created a new diagnostic platform that can be used to detect various cancers and other serious medical conditions with greater efficiency.
Ever met a rock star?
Duke basketball was once again in the national spotlight, as six of the men and women's teams' incoming freshmen competed at the Jordan Brand Classic this weekend. Let’s take a look at how each of the future Blue Devils fared:
What’s the worst lie, whether it’s blatant deception or simply omission of information, you’ve told your parents? Don’t worry: You’re allowed to plead the fifth. As for me, I may have disclosed my 3 a.m. disapproving escapades to my mother, but I have lied about all participation in The Chronicle.
This guest column is part of a series of three OP-Eds about abortion care access in North Carolina submitted by members of the Reproductive Health Care Post-Roe (2023-2024) Bass Connections project. More information on the project and provider testimonies can be found on the project’s website.
This guest column is part of a series of three OP-Eds about abortion care access in North Carolina submitted by members of the Reproductive Health Care Post-Roe (2023-2024) Bass Connections project. More information on the project and provider testimonies can be found on the project’s website.
This guest column is part of a series of three OP-Eds about abortion care access in North Carolina submitted by members of the Reproductive Health Care Post-Roe (2023-2024) Bass Connections project. More information on the project and provider testimonies can be found on the project’s website.
“Derek, your secret is out,” my sister texted me. “Mom and Dad read your Chronicle article. They know you’re gay.”
There are few stranger feelings than being underwhelmed by a lifelong dream.
My life at Duke, in many ways, didn’t start until I walked into The Chronicle’s office. My first time in 301 Flowers was also my first time in a campus building that wasn’t a dorm, classroom or dining hall amid a national lockdown, my first Cookout strawberry milkshake, my first glimpse into 119 years of Duke’s history documented in yellowing print headlines pinned to the walls.
The Chronicle has been a safe haven for me to explore my interests in student journalism and a window for me to learn more about the work of students and people who are a part of the Duke and Durham community.
