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Dr. Ada Fisher, a black GOP committeewoman and a lifelong member of the National Association for the Advancement of African Americans, spoke Tuesday in honor of MLK Day.
Oh, the places I’ve been!
It is a truth widely upheld that a single woman in possession of a sound education must be in search of a husband.
The thing about beaches is that they always get me thinking. After the excitement of sunshine, then sunblock, then sunburns, I reach a point in every beach day where I pause, look at the waves and start to examine my college life.
I walked into my organic chemistry course freshman year. To the right I saw kids who were already on chapter three of the textbook, and to the left I saw the kids who were still wondering where they should buy said textbook. And I thought to myself, why do shows like “Lost” take place on deserted islands? They should just come to Duke.
Alex was a pretty cool guy. He liked watching basketball and like me, was a Heat fan. The first time we hung out, we were at a club in South Beach with some friends; everything was going well until some random guy asked me to dance with him. All I can remember now is the horrified look on Alex’s face as I turned away to walk with this guy to the dance floor. That’s when I learned the first rule about dating: Don’t leave your date to dance with someone else.
Nothing’s more amusing than watching a stranger’s face as you explain to him or her that you currently live in a tent. Many of these strangers are from far off lands and often stay in herds as they explore an unknown territory with the help of a “tour guide.” These people are probably relieved that the safety of the herd protects them from an unpredictable and often hostile species, the Crazies.
In the final scene of Spike Lee’s 1988 film, “School Daze,” there is an iconic moment when an alarm clock goes off as the two protagonists turn to the camera and tell the audience, “Wake up!”
Becoming a senior feels sort of like watching a petty disagreement between two elderly women erupt into a bar fight. Suddenly you realize: “S#*% just got real.”
Last week I got into a catfight. And it was the proudest moment of my life.
Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but in the eye of the camera, it can distort the standard of what it means to be healthy.
I don’t know about you, but I prefer to see in color.
When my mom said, “don’t forget us,” as I left at the end of the summer, I felt a sudden moment of terror as I realized that I may never see her again.
This is likely the 100th cover letter you have read today. In fact, as you are reading this you are wondering if it’s time for a coffee break already. But before you use my carefully crafted letter as a coaster, let me tell you why you should keep on reading.
What happens when the magic seems like it has gone? Or when beliefs are tested by the unexplainable or impossible?
The pen may be mightier than the sword, but the video camera trumps them both.
When sports and the law cross paths, no one ever really ends up happy.
What America needs most is more light bulbs.
There’s nothing more frustrating than having a vending machine deny you a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. On a Saturday night. On a Saturday night where, rather than slaving over a paper, you could be frolicking around celebrating your freedom. Instead, you find yourself crawling around on the floor, searching for your dignity.
“What does protest look like at Duke?” This was a question posed by my English teacher in class one day. At first, my mind drew a blank as I struggled to recollect images of students with picket signs marching in front of the Chapel. When no specific instances sprang to mind, I concluded that protest, as I understood it, is not currently active here.
