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“Quit being such a girl, Ash.” I heard this phrase on innumerable occasions from my older brothers during my childhood, and as a product of the phenomenon of familial Darwinism, I learned the keys to survival.
It’ll just be a couple days of rain and wind. Maybe a power outage, we thought.
At my parents’ wedding, my father pulled a pair of blue and white, polka-dotted boxer shorts out from under my mother’s dress instead of a garter.
Stefanie Fee sat facing the stage where her brother stood ready to be sworn into the United States Army. She listened attentively as he solemnly pledged defense of the Constitution of the United States and obedience to the orders of the president and the officers appointed over him, according to the Uniform Code of Justice.
There are over 430,000 student-athletes recognized by the National Collegiate Athletic Association.
Out the smudged window there’s a constant, monotonous image of greenery. The trees are tamed only by Interstate 85 and medians covered by overgrown weeds, confettied with an occasional plastic bag or empty Coke bottle. Our bus inches slowly up the map toward our destination.
Have you ever taken a moment to think about what exactly orientation week exists to accomplish? To orient. To familiarize. To adjust. To introduce wide-eyed, and sometimes teary, newly independent students to the place they’ll call home for the next four years.
Some people call it “White Wall.”
Where were you when the Titanic sank?
When the first words from the opposite end of a telephone call are “Don’t panic, but … ” the instinctive and unconscious reaction we have as human beings is to do just that.
I’m not a feminist. The passion that the recycled, two-word phrase “girl power” is supposed to invoke just doesn’t do it for me. But I call on all women—not girls, not chicks, not “betches”—to celebrate this coming weekend, as Duke honors the 40th anniversary of women’s varsity athletics and provides the University the ability to reflect upon its provision of progress and gateways of opportunity to female athletes. We, as women and men together, celebrate the knowledge that we’re a force, a contingent of thinkers and runners and writers and difference-makers. We matter.
Approximately 10 percent of the student population at Duke is misunderstood.
Are America’s fist-pumping arms finally getting tired?
As the 12 days of Christmas approach, this year’s halls may very well be decked with beer and hot wings. The National Basketball Association is back, but it’s certainly not a priority on my Christmas wish list. Santa came early this year for ardent NBA fans, and his bag of gifts contained the surge of Nov. 26 headlines that announced a tentative deal to end the league lockout and begin a shortened, 66-game season. Games for the 2011-2012 season are slated to begin on Christmas Day.
