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“Still many students said they thought it was an unwise decision to leave remnants from section parties and concerts to sit for 48 hours, given the general increase in social activity across campus on weekend nights.... Several housekeepers declined to comment on the change to the schedule.”—“Cleaning cuts draw complaints” in The Chronicle, Oct. 9, 2009.
The remnants of Tropical Storm Ida raged through campus Wednesday, uprooting trees and felling ceiling tiles in its path.
If cleanliness is next to godliness, then Saturday has become the new day of rest at Duke University.
Duke’s payroll will likely become slimmer still, after an announcement Thursday that the University will offer early retirement incentives to some salaried employees.
Remember that super-cute story line from Love Actually in which Colin Firth’s character falls in love with his Portuguese housekeeper despite the fact that they don’t speak the same language?
That stuff on the bathroom floor will linger a bit longer this weekend.
Lofty resolutions abounded on campus Tuesday as University employees and students alike vowed to take responsibility for their own health and happiness.
February 13, 1969 was in many ways a normal day.
The flames of secession still burn strong in the Land of Dixie.
When I found out in March that my company was sending me to India for six weeks, I was elated but apprehensive. Removed from even distant family, I would be enduring the nation's metros alone. But when six weeks were up, I decided repeatedly to extend my stay, until I had to be dragged away-four months later-from a city I had grown to love: Mumbai, formerly Bombay.
They put the Cameron Crazies to shame. Thousands of people converge in Fort Benning, Ga., every November, for an entire weekend. Some have come from the nearby area; others have flown or driven hundreds of miles to be at this annual event. All around, people carry signs, posters, even full-sized puppet figures, singing and shouting slogans and generally making their voices heard. But they're not rooting for a basketball team. In fact, this has nothing to do with sports. This is the annual November vigil to shut down the School of the Americas.
Despite their differences in age and resumes, the two contenders for Duke Student Government vice president for athletics and campus services say they can talk to the University's top dogs.
On my way back from the Inside Joke show Thursday night on a C-1 bus, I became an unfortunate witness to an example of Duke's excessive underage drinking. An underclassman, too drunk to keep his night's booze inside, vomited all over the seats of the bus. Not only was it disgusting, it really made me embarrassed to be a Duke student. The bus driver was forced to pull over from his route and attempt to pull the student together enough to clean up his own mess.
ALL EMPLOYEES ARE EQUAL BUT SOME EMPLOYEES ARE MORE EQUAL THAN OTHERS
"Go Tar Heels!"
As this first semester comes to a close, the time to evaluate and review Duke Student Government President Paul Slattery's contributions to the student body is upon us.This editorial board recognised him as a promising candidate, and officially endorsed his campaign during the spring elections, because of his passion for the position and eagerness to engage in dialogue with administrators. His platform was innovative, and it promised to move DSG forward.
At approximately 10:26 p.m. the party takes a turn. Shirts come off, Zeppelin's ratcheted up. The boys-who happen to be in short supply-start rolling their own cigarettes. The birthday girl magically procures a henna pen. And as though it's a rehearsed, perfectly natural performance, that henna pen starts curling figures into shirtless skin, the smoke swirling, the music dripping thick from the speakers overhead. In an imprecise instant, everyone has begun to draw on one another. But shadows of week-old designs-smiley faces, crafty phrases, geometric nonsense-seem to suggest that all this faux-tattoo artistry is nothing out of the ordinary.
As with much in my life, my senses tell me one thing while my brain tells me another. My senses tell me yesterday it was warm and sunny enough to stroll around campus without a jacket and to warrant air conditioning while driving my car. But surely this can't be so, my brain says, for in three days the quintessential fall holiday will be upon us: Thanksgiving.
This time of year, we Dukies turn self-congratulatory.
Students who saw Lesley Hill taking boxes out of Crowell Quadrangle earlier this week weren't imagining things.
