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It is truly amazing how many rooftops the average Duke student has access to, if only they’re possessed of a bobby pin, a good pair of climbing pants and a childish contempt for authority. Frankly, even one of the three will do.
The Chronicle will be publishing endorsement letters for the 2021 Duke Student Government presidential election from Tuesday, March 2nd to Monday, March 8th at 11:59 p.m. The candidates for executive vice president have agreed not to seek endorsements this year. No endorsements will be published the days of the election. The final deadline for endorsements is Monday, March 8th at 7 p.m.
As most people on campus have probably heard, Megan Neely, previously the director of graduate studies for the Master of Biostatistics program, stepped down from that position after emails sent by her to students in the program went public. In the emails, Neely, at the behest of two as-of-yet-unnamed professors in the department, instructs students to commit to speaking English while in departmental spaces.
It is a time of endings. It is a time of packed bags, final examinations and the changing of old guards. It is a time of goodbyes, temporary and otherwise.
The other day, my professor used the word “island.” I can’t stop thinking about it.
The juvenile kangaroo is doubtless one of the most pitiable sights in nature. Shiny, veiny, and mottled in a disconcerting pattern of cherry red and translucent flesh tone, the joey is completely dependent on its mother for survival, even after birth.
Having a column is quite the experience. Essentially, the world has handed me a microphone and asked me to yell my opinion at it, please. As a raging egomaniac, I gladly oblige. So here you are, and here I am. What should we talk about?
Yeah, you read that correctly. I, Mihir Bellamkonda, the bright-eyed young author of this column, personally invented the food we know as the soft shell taco.
And so I boarded the C1 once more, armed with a new question for the commuting masses: who is your favorite historical figure?
I wore a tie last Tuesday.
This week’s small question: how far can I stretch the definition of a column before my editor stops printing me? Let’s find out. Here’s a story a stranger once told me in Lilly library. I was waiting on a surprisingly comfortable wooden bench for a librarian to see if they had any copies of a book I was interested in in the stacks, when a man in a t-shirt sat down next to me. He looked young enough to be a student, but could have been anyone, really. After a moment of polite silence, he asked me if I wanted to hear a story. I don’t remember replying. I do remember the story:
This column has always been about seeking big answers: not by hunting them like game with the worn set of questions we’re used to philosophizing with (what is the meaning of life?) but instead by sitting down for a moment and letting them come to us, with smaller, subtler questions (what are your thoughts on doughnut holes?) Let’s test the limits of that strategy. What can we learn about humanity from color?
A few days ago, I asked the girl sitting next to me on the C1 to West what she thought of ghosts. She replied as many of us would here in our enlightenment-descended ivory tower: “I don’t really believe in that sort of thing.” I nodded to myself, satisfied with the answer, if a little disappointed in how much I agreed with it. Encountering opinions I already hold does not an interesting column, or life, make.
It is easy to interrogate the human condition with people’s responses to the standard set of big questions: Who are we? Do we have a purpose? Do Tar Heels have a right to exist?
