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For me, spending the last two months of senior year at home, as classes and final papers have continued remotely, has meant returning to the routines of high school and winter breaks, when old rituals resurface and life assumes a comforting familiarity.
Things get lonely on an empty East Campus. Just ask the faculty-in-residence.
Make sure your furry friends are social distancing as well.
How many people get the chance to do what they dreamed of doing when they were in fifth grade?
In the main field of Duke Gardens, where the gargantuan stick sculpture used to make its home, there’s a grassy slope under the shade of a magnolia tree. A small slope, close to the Flowers Drive entrance, adjacent to the gravel path which leads you to colorful, terraced flower beds and the koi fish pond. We’ll call this spot Gardens Slope™, because I don’t have much patience to think of a more creative name. Gardens Hill is an appropriate alternative, and I might use them interchangeably. Might.
It feels like yesterday that I walked into 201 Flowers for my first Chronicle sports meeting. As an avid Duke basketball fan, I figured I would chip in the occasional blog to share my thoughts about the team, but not much more.
With the suspension and later cancellation of all Duke athletic competition due to the spread of coronavirus, many Blue Devil seasons were abruptly cut short. The Chronicle is going to take a look back at those seasons affected as well as what we missed out on with their cancellations. We've already looked at men's basketball, women's basketball, baseball, men's lacrosse, women's lacrosse, men's tennis, women's golf, men's golf and women's tennis. Next up: rowing.
Duke was going to receive $6.7 million in federal aid money—and then it said no.
Whenever I’m alone in 301 Flowers, my eyes wander around the office. Nestled between Page Auditorium and the Brodhead Center, the alcove that The Chronicle calls home offers a breathtaking view of the Chapel above and Abele Quad beneath.
The coronavirus pandemic has put the sporting world on halt indefinitely. Although their seasons were either suspended indefinitely or cancelled, many athletes are “stepping on the court” to fight against the pandemic by contributing to relief efforts. Among them, Duke women’s basketball players Onome Akinbode-James and Jennifer Ezeh are sending much-needed assistance to their homeland on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.
It hadn’t hit me until I went back.
I hate endings. Whether or not the good times have outweighed the bad, something about the finality of last moments will always make me cry.
Blue Devils will be studying, conducting research and more throughout the world next year, with a little help from the U.S. Department of State.
The cases just kept coming this year.
A Duke Student Government Judiciary report harshly criticized DSG for a variety of perceived failings in the spring's student elections.
After a particularly difficult summer abroad through DukeEngage, I arrived at CAPS with more anxiety than I knew what to do with. My therapist’s office was sunny and warm, with one of those deep, stylish couches, probably made for very tall men. Someone my height either has to lay way back or put their feet up to reach the cushion in the back.
I was walking through the Duke Gardens when I learned that classes were moving online, and I remember thinking how ironic it was that campus was going to be at its emptiest right before it was about to be at its most seductive. The tulips had been planted but hadn’t yet bloomed, the koi pond was being cleaned, and no one was going to see that effort. I had visited campus at around the same time as a high school senior and fallen in love.
It didn’t really hit me that senior year was over until I went up to The Chronicle’s office in 301 Flowers to grab my stuff while frantically packing over spring break. Then I walked in the empty newsroom and sat on the couch and realized that we would never hang out in the office again as students, working late into the night or just watching basketball games on the TV.
In movies and books, when little girls day dream, they imagine themselves on their wedding days. They pick a beautiful, flowing white gown; they decide on flower arrangements and table charts. They dance alone in their rooms to Nat King Cole or Celine Dión. They wonder who will be waiting at the end of the aisle.
I’m soon to be just another senior crying in my room. This is my last article as Monday Monday. I’ve written a few others that I hope you check out. I’ve loved writing them, and I hope you’ve loved reading them. In addition to my articles, I also suggest you check out Mark Botterill's Monday Monday reveal, which inspired me to apply. My reveal won’t be that good, but it’s still worth a shot: