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Starting sometime around fourth grade, my bedtime began extending towards midnight. That privilege—earned in large part due to whining—was also motivated by my desire to start watching a certain late night television show anchored by a witty, middle-aged comedian.
Last week, Duke’s administration reiterated its plan to alter the current housing model for selective living groups and greek life by instituting a mandated 30 percent upperclassmen section quota. While this new rule was made three years ago, many students—most of who didn’t even attend Duke at the time—were shocked and frustrated to learn that their living experience would be fundamentally altered.
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will… anonymously assault you? Sorry if that sounds harsh, but I’ve been scrolling through Yik-Yak a lot lately.
On August 25, I left St. Louis to depart for my semester abroad in Italy. Just 16 days prior, Michael Brown was shot dead 20 minutes north of my house.
