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(02/08/19 3:37am)
Duke Partnership for Service (dPS), the umbrella organization for service groups on campus, formally endorses Trey Walk as Young Trustee. After having the pleasure of meeting with all four qualified Young Trustee candidates and listening to their visions for Duke, dPS executive board believes that Trey Walk’s sustained commitment to the Durham community and his previous work addressing social justice issues makes him the most qualified candidate.
(02/12/18 5:32pm)
Duke Partnership for Service, the umbrella organization for service groups on campus, endorses Liz Brown for Young Trustee. After having the opportunity to hear from each of the incredibly accomplished candidates for Young Trustee, dPS executive board believes Liz Brown to be the most qualified candidate.
(02/03/14 12:53pm)
Duke Partnership for Service would like to announce our endorsement of Jacob Tobia for the position of undergraduate Young Trustee in the 2014 election. After hearing from all three final candidates, we believe Jacob's platform and goals align with what we think would be best for our organization and this campus as a whole. During his time at Duke, Jacob has demonstrated a willingness to listen to students and lead successful campaigns and endeavors. His work on the Business and Finance Committee of the Board of Trustees has provided him with a broad knowledge base and familiarity with Duke's numerous student organizations and yearly operational plans. Moreover, he has exhibited his dedication towards a cause through his work for endowment transparency with DukeOpen, which took the better part of a year to formulate, advocate and create. Jacob also has experience collaborating with multiple student groups through his proposal for gender neutral living, which incorporated interests and gained endorsement from a broad range of students on campus.
(04/19/13 8:29am)
It’s been almost 10 years since I walked down those steps in Wally Wade in my cap and gown, but it feels like yesterday. My love for our school—the people, the places and the awesome memories that make up my Duke experience—has only grown as the years have passed. I am always impressed with my fellow classmates, former professors and current students that do amazing things, day in and day out. We Blue Devils are a special group and so fortunate to be a part of such an incredible institution … and all of my non-Duke friends are very sick of hearing about it (but know that they won’t stop hearing about it).
(04/12/13 6:39am)
When it comes to grades, many of us would be heartbroken if we were awarded a C+. It looks like Duke may be heartbroken, as well.
(03/29/13 7:49am)
As commencement draws near, the graduating class prepares itself to become the next generation of Duke alumni. Swarmed with advertisements and pressures to donate, students begin to think about how they will continue to give back to this institution that has given them so much. Some even consider sending their own children to Duke to become part of the legacy. Yet, few students know how their money may be spent or invested.
(03/22/13 7:44am)
I came to Duke University not really knowing what “global health” meant. Of course, I understood that tremendous health disparities exist globally and that health care systems around the world are burdened by a myriad of circumstances—but I never thought about how that was pertinent to my life. I had volunteered in a clinic and completed my Girl Scout Gold Award teaching hygiene and first aid in India, but I had subconsciously separated my experience of volunteering in India from my life in America. The experience in India galvanized my interest in delving more into health at an international level, so I decided to sign up for the Global Health Focus program. By entering into this program freshman year, I stumbled onto a path that has helped me understand what is really meant by “global health.
(03/08/13 8:06am)
One of my favorite anecdotes comes from a commencement address offered by David Foster Wallace.
(03/01/13 10:44am)
Last spring, back before we moved to our sexy new location adjacent to the glorious Link, the Multimedia Project Studio (one place I work) held residence in the bowels of Old Chem. I had just finished my afternoon shift and as I exited the lab, a white police officer was hurrying down the hall. He stopped his hustle when I emerged. He brought the black radio in his fist near to his lips. “What was the description again?” he asked. A reply from his radio returned, “Black male, gray hoodie, around 40.” After playfully glancing down to examine my own Duke-blue hoodie, Blue Devils written across its chest, I looked back at the officer: “Sounds like it’s not me!” He smiled, but then proceeded to ask where I was coming from. I thought he was in a rush. Why was he wasting time for further questioning? What about the person he was looking for? I answered him, and thought about my staff profile in the MPS complete with a headshot worthy of any successful black man meme. Maybe that could help vindicate me. Couldn’t he see I was a Duke student? I had just come out of a swipe access-only room. Better yet, couldn’t he see that I had a different colored hoodie or that I WASN’T 40? (I was 19 at the time.) He then pulled out his handy-dandy notebook and asked for my ID and my current address. I could feel my expression fall into disbelieving contempt.
(02/22/13 11:24am)
Contrary to popular belief, as chair of the Honor Council, I can’t expel you.
(02/15/13 11:11am)
“Why would you want to be an engineer? You’re so creative!” “You’re taking mechanics? I didn’t know you were interested in fixing cars.” “But you’re a girl. Construction isn’t for you. Maybe you can help with the painting.” “I thought you wanted to change the world, not build bridges. Why would you want to study engineering again?”
(02/08/13 9:46am)
On a visit to Robben Island, a tour group of ecologists peered down on the mat in Nelson Mandela’s prior cell. The apartheid prison forced an examination of South Africa’s troubled social history in the middle of a semester dedicated to exploring South Africa’s marvelous natural history. I asked a friend from Johannesburg if she had ever visited the site before. Responding that she hadn’t, she elaborated hesitantly, “It so often feels that SA is stuck in what happened. … We’re obsessed with our history.” Around the country, in lectures and plays, we heard the same thing: We cannot let the past paralyze us!
(02/01/13 9:23am)
When I came back to Duke after a semester in New York City, I didn’t realize that people knew about the Run for Shelter on campus. I figured that, since it happened in New York, only a few people would have known that I had raised $10,000 for homeless LGBT youth impacted by Hurricane Sandy by running across the Brooklyn Bridge in five-inch heels. I assumed that only a few of my closest friends would have been following the story.
(01/25/13 9:26am)
Hi. My name is Connor, and about a year and a half ago I got in way over my head. A girl I was pretty interested in had just gotten back from doing global health research in Togo and had this kind of crazy idea of going back to the community where she had lived for two months to build a computer learning center. She wanted it to be an incentive to keep teenagers from migrating to plantations and cities and away from their families. It was a great idea, but there were some slight issues—like the fact that the community in question, Farendé, Togo, had no electricity and no power lines anywhere near it.
(01/18/13 9:09am)
Here’s a riddle: What do I-bankers, activists, bank robbers and Duke students have in common? Answer: (Cue the Beyonce music) “Got a big egooooooo, such a huge egoooooo. …”
(01/11/13 10:15am)
Like many others at Duke, I am a child of immigrants. My family came to the U.S. in the winter of 1999, a memorable year that taught me to adapt to American schools and to read in a language other than my native tongue. I did not understand why my family had left the comforts of home to build our lives from scratch.
(04/17/12 10:25am)
I was living a life I had worked hard to achieve: a Duke and Stanford Law grad, working long hours as a hotshot junior attorney at a big, wonderful law firm. Duke had just won the national championship (I flew to Indianapolis for it), my career was taking off and my husband (another Blue Devil) and I had just settled into our loft in downtown Los Angeles.
(04/03/12 4:00am)
By most standard measures, Duke was supposed to have a pretty typical year in 1997. President Nan Keohane was returning to office, hoping to initiate a university-wide dialogue on the importance of race relations on campus. Our beloved Coach Wojo was the starting point guard for our basketball team, recently coming off an ACC regular season championship. Indeed, that Duke might not have looked that much different than ours today. Although the year started off in rather ordinary fashion, the Duke community—as well as the nation—was in for an extraordinary surprise.
(03/27/12 4:00am)
What does it mean to believe that health is a human right?
(03/20/12 4:00am)
This weekend saw the culmination of Duke Students for Humane Borders’ Immigration Awareness Week with an inspiring speech delivered by Pulitzer Prize-winning journalist and undocumented immigrant, Jose Antonio Vargas.
