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(04/14/15 9:14am)
Today feels penultimate—shoutout to Lemony Snickett for teaching us that word way back when - penultimate week of classes. Penultimate clubs meetings. For me, penultimate column. We’re almost finished—and for me and the rest of my class, this time finished is final.
(03/31/15 8:02am)
“One would go mad if one took the Bible seriously; but to take it seriously one must be already mad.” - Aleister Crowley
(03/17/15 8:06am)
Here’s a fun fact: about three and a half years ago, a significant portion of the current senior class were vegetarians. For our summer reading book, we read "Eating Animals", a horrifying expose of the factory farming industry. While nobody ever did a survey of how many people actually read the book and changed their eating habits, the number was significant enough that there was a running joke that Duke had assigned the book to lower food costs in the Marketplace.
(03/03/15 10:19am)
Before this semester, I wouldn’t have dreamed of writing about my to-do list. It probably would’ve looked a lot like yours—study for midterm, outline essay (before Tues.—meet with TA?), coffee with Alice, LAUNDRY.
(02/17/15 9:49am)
“Dude you need to get your head examined.”
(02/03/15 10:38am)
Yesterday was a holiday in Texas—Chris Kyle Day. The governor made the announcement last Friday, alongside continuing reports that "American Sniper" is shattering a number of box offices records. It is now the single highest-grossing war movie of all time.
(01/20/15 10:08am)
Here’s something I never thought I’d say—I wish I was tested more. Like I wish that there had been more instances where I sat down in a classroom chair, pencil in my sweaty, I’m-going-to-fail palm and felt my heart rate quicken at the sight of a piece of paper.
(11/25/14 12:00pm)
“Split or together?”
(11/11/14 10:52am)
Exactly one week ago, I received a number of texts from people asking me if they should vote. My response was always "YES!!!!"
(10/28/14 9:03am)
I learned a new word today. I was following the hyperlinks on Wikipedia—typical Sunday afternoon procrastination—when I found myself reading about bicephaly, the condition of having two heads.
(09/30/14 8:50am)
A few weeks ago, I participated in the procession for Founder’s Day Convocation. Processing is simple—you just walk in with a group of distinguished looking robed and hooded and hatted people while the Chapel’s organ makes you feel important.
(09/16/14 8:50am)
It was a thoroughly unremarkable minute in a grocery store vitamin aisle, about a decade ago. Yet so much of what makes me who I am—my worldview, my morals, my politics—grew out of that moment.
(09/02/14 8:10am)
If the written word has a voice—and, at least in my head, mine does—then mine is shaking as I say this:
(04/21/14 7:37am)
It is the era of the cynic.
(04/07/14 7:30am)
“We are perishing for want of wonder, not want of wonders.” – G.K. Chesterton
(03/24/14 7:22am)
$61,404.
(02/24/14 8:49am)
This week, Cosmopolitan Magazine published an article about Duke’s latest scandal—the oftentimes-upsetting response to the news that a member of the freshman class also happens to be a porn star. The article began as follows:
(02/10/14 10:43am)
Whenever I can’t think of a topic for a column, I walk around and ask people, “What makes you angry?” I’ve found that this is the easiest way to learn of topics that deserve more attention. In asking this question, I encounter topics that are urgent—topics that matter.
(01/27/14 11:34am)
Last Saturday afternoon, I returned to my room after finishing my third hour of discussion about The 40 Percent Plan. As a member of the DSG Executive Board, people kept asking me about my opinion, and I felt some kind of civic responsibility to engage. I did so reluctantly—there’s only so long you can discuss the intricacies of activities funding before wanting to bang your head against a wall.
(01/13/14 9:27am)
Before I rushed, I said: “But I love the diversity of random assignment.” My first-year dorm had all types: jocks, frat bros, quiet kids who rarely left their rooms, geniuses, girls who went out every night. We were all friends. I felt like I actually knew the Class of 2015. I haven’t felt like I’ve known them since.