Newsflash for unobservant and way-past-borderline-stupid people: Duke has itself a new president.
In my notorious column of sexual liberation, I’d like to start the year off as friend (instead of foe) to the freshman girl.
The beginning of the school year is always a bit of a frightening time. Freshmen, wandering around aimlessly, lost on campus with parents cramping their style.
I am a little embarrassed to say this—I love the United States. No, not in that “Buy a flag at Wal-Mart for just $9.99” way.
Gone are the days of keg stands on the quad. Nowadays, house parties off East Campus reign supreme.
The story goes like this: Bobby Fischer, perhaps the greatest chess player of all time, attempts to board a plane in Japan a few weeks ago with an invalid passport.
CAIRO, Egypt—Ahh, the start of a new school year.
And we be beat pimpin’, smoking teas. The beats came of age at the end of World War II; younger brothers and sisters of the men and women who had fought the war.
The mind of George W. Bush, for all its alleged simplicity, has proven an exceedingly difficult nut to crack.
So I said, “Supercollider? I just met her.” Oh, hi. I didn’t see you there. This column takes its title from an episode of hit Fox sitcom The Simpsons.
I love watching the Olympics.
Last year, the Women’s Initiative Report identified “effortless perfection” as a characteristic of the Duke social environment for undergraduate women.
A wise man once said, ignorance is bliss. (Which is ironic because only a ‘wise’ man would know this.
It’s the half-million dollar question: why did our University purchase 1,650 iPods and give them to incoming freshmen free of charge?.
Two city planners sit in a cozy office one autumn morning, surrounded by maps and blueprints. They have shared this office for some 20 years, working as steady custodians of a burgeoning city.
As someone that looks important due to his prime spot in the newspaper, where you can just see the headline after the crossword gets ripped out and the rest of The Chronicle gets ignored like the...
To the Parents of the Class of 2008: Let the Learning Begin!.
Consider yourself divinely touched. See, this column could have gone lots of ways.
Don’t worry, first-years, I’m not going to offer you any half-hearted, painfully optimistic advice on how to best navigate your “undergraduate experience.
