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All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
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All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the honorable Chairman.
All rise for the Honorable Chairman.
All rise for the honorable Chairman.
Over the next few days, the last two pages of my favorite Duke newspaper, The Chronicle, will be littered with nostalgic senior columns that reminisce and give advice. I am not given such an opportunity, not because I write silly and completely unresearched articles, but rather because I am still just a sophomore.
As the year draws to a close, students here tend to grow sentimental. There is definitely a sense of finality in these last few weeks. It will be a couple months before we see each other again, and for one-fourth of us that time may be much longer. Fortunately, as I learned this weekend, there are tons of reunions just waiting around the corner once we graduate.
Judson Laipply is my personal hero. Sure, he's no New York City firefighter or Hayden Panettiere, but he's a hero nonetheless. You probably don't recognize his name, but I'm sure everyone reading this has seen his work.
If you're like me, when you graduated from high school someone you didn't know very well gave you the book "Oh, The Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Seuss. In addition to being "Green Eggs-lite," this disappointing present is completely misleading.
This thurs students at duke will have the chance to take part in the most hotly contested vote since 12 angry men. however many people i talk to just dont seem to care about the dsg election or havent decided if they are even going to vote at all. according to one of my columnist colleagues, 40 percent of students voted last yr. thats good but def not gr8.
Good morning.
Kanye West and 50 Cent. Wile E. Coyote and Roadrunner. Captain Ahab and Moby Dick. These are just a few of the greatest rivalries in recent history.
We all do it at least once a week. No, not ingest horse tranquilizers. I said once a week. I'm talking about getting late-night food on campus.
I have a deep dark secret that I keep from most people I meet. It's more than just embarrassing. Embarrassing is when you accidentally throw up in your date's car while driving back from the Cheesecake Factory... um, hypothetically.
It's around this time of the semester that students begin taking their midterms and start praying to the partial-credit gods, as one economics professor famously puts it. Arguably one of the best things ever created (after McGriddles and the iPod nano), partial credit is quite simply incredible.
A famous theoretical physicist whose name escapes me at the moment once said, "Everything is relative." Objectively speaking, today is as exciting and eventful as any other Monday on the calendar. However, relative to the two days that bookend it, this Monday is downright awful. It's the "From Justin to Kelly" of Mondays, to use a movie analogy (something I never do).