One of the best things Duke has to offer is the sense of community. Whether it is your freshman house GroupMe or the people cheering around in Cameron, we all seem to unite together under our pride of being Blue Devils.
This Thursday, Nov. 1, is the early decision deadline for high school seniors applying to join the Duke Class of 2023.
Well, ladies and gentlemen. By the grace of the dark forces of the underworld, we have made it to the end of Spooky Season.
Earlier this week I attempted to re-watch the music video for Shallow from Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper’s masterpiece “A Star is Born” for the 76th time, but was interrupted by a ten-second clip of an elderly white woman asking me to vote for “Marsy’s Law.”
On the last night of October, as darkness diffuses through the air and witches ascend into plumes of ominous clouds, we step into our costumes.
The leaves are changing and the first note of autumn plays melancholy in the crisp air. Jack-o-Lanterns line the quad as campus squirrels fight amongst themselves to devour this tasty orange treat. Halloween draws ever closer, bringing with it the ghoulish costume contests and spooky themed parties that define October’s character.
I remember the first time that a class ever kicked my ass. It was high school Honors Chemistry (Pre-AP, as we called it) in my junior year.
Duke considers itself to be an open-minded, diverse institution. But as a community, I fear the factional nature of our political discourse is driving us away from those ideals.
The party that is supposed to represent my beliefs, and carry the torch of American conservatism, has fallen into absolute ethical and moral bankruptcy.
A recent Chronicle article outlined the line monitors’ plan to “kill” the walk-up line for the UNC game. I agree that Duke isn’t perfect, but the mob power demonstrated in the 2018 UNC game walk-up line was surely the closest thing to an idyllic culture on our campus in recent memory. Without walk-up line, after all, how will Duke students feel the rush of anarchy?
Dear Frances, I haven't really dated seriously before, and have found that school and friends have taken up most of my undergraduate experience. I want to get some dating experience before I graduate, or maybe even meet someone really special. This week, I finally downloaded a dating app but I don't actually know how to use it. Help?
She has lived in Los Angeles my entire childhood. She works for a real estate firm just a block away from Rodeo Drive.
The theologian Augustine observed that his teachers, “being beaten in some trifling question by another teacher, would seethe with more bile and envy” than the most rambunctious child. Those in positions of stewardship are often more puerile and irrational as those whose best interests they pretend to steward.
It’s been over a month since our last public correspondence here in the paper and I’m sure a lot has happened in the meantime. Your first round of midterms. Your second time doing laundry. Your third time losing your Duke card.
With only three weeks until Election Day, it is still unclear if Democratic enthusiasm will translate into either a wave or just a ripple in a heavily gerrymandered North Carolina.
Virtually every student knows about the first line of the Community Standard.
A year ago, almost to the date, one of my O-week friends told me that I needed to worry less and have more spontaneous fun.
“Have you eaten yet?” It’s a common greeting among the older Chinese generation from times when food was not so abundant, as a way to both say hello and ask, “how are you?”
It’s not a secret that Duke can suck. In my three years as a student, there have been multiple incidents of bias and hate targeted at a number of marginalized groups, from graffiti to death threats and back again.
We’ve heard it long before coming here: Duke is safe and Durham is sketchy. Step outside the stone walls of East Campus and crime-ridden neighborhoods await.
