A pillow for love
By Luke A. Powery | April 3, 2023The tears being shed in Nashville and the tears cried here on campus...are never wasted because every drop forms a pillow for your heart of love.
The tears being shed in Nashville and the tears cried here on campus...are never wasted because every drop forms a pillow for your heart of love.
When the final curtain is drawn on Phantom in mid-April, it will not be an insignificant moment for Broadway. It is perhaps nostalgic for some, poignant for others and emphatically earth-shattering for a few.
The little voice in my head, engendered by years of wanting to be a lighter version of myself, still screams in repulsion when I spot a hint of hyperpigmentation on my skin.
Unlike in high school, freshmen realize after a couple of months that there’s no point in doing a club unless they’re either genuinely passionate about it, it will help them professionally or they’re applying to graduate school later on.
To say that comedy has to be funny is like saying visual art has to be pretty, or music has to be melodic.
The pressure that doesn’t come from campus, classes, professors, extracurriculars or parents comes from ourselves, and I believe that is what pushes us to sacrifice so much.
With a young and driven leader like Anderson Clayton at the helm, there has never before been a more exciting time to be a progressive college student in North Carolina.
America’s traumatic past has always been a tough pill for many to swallow, but I guess swallowing one’s pride is even harder.
It is precisely those who suffer, who persevere against injustice, who lack riches—they are somehow closest to God’s blessing.
Unfortunately, regardless of whether you see effortless or effortful perfection as the goal, you’ll feel bad if you don’t achieve said perfection.
I stand in front of the mirror and smile — if I see myself smiling, surely I am happy.
I’m aware that most days, I find myself being "unsuccessful" — for every "A" that I missed, every opportunity I was rejected from or even every sign of being "less sociable and less creative" than my peers.
In a heartless instance of environmental racism, Cop City would tear precious green space from a community that needs it most, replacing sounds of wildlife with the sounds of police gunshots that have historically terrorized them.
Some uninformed souls may bemoan the selection of Mr. Silver as a step backwards for Duke. They may deride him as “just another cis/straight/rich/white/man.” They may say things like “Why couldn’t we get Obama?”
Our mortality should shape our morality.
Whether you’re frolicing under a cherry blossom tree in D.C. next spring or another country entirely, don’t let the fear of missing out on what’s happening on campus hold you back from leaving Duke’s gothic gates.
I was immersed in a campus food environment where disordered eating was not only the aspiration, but the norm.
We shouldn’t be asking if students are cheating via ChatGPT, but rather why they feel the need to.
Its message is clear: we are worthy only if a chosen person recognizes that worth and elects to devote significant portions of their life to honoring that worth.
BeReal is especially toxic because it is performativity feigning authenticity.