About a month ago on a late Tuesday night, I was in The Chronicle’s office finishing production with several other editors when we saw a Fix My Campus post saying the first floor of Perkins was flooded. Five of us quickly grabbed a camera and rushed over to see what happened. We didn’t know if the flood would be worth an article, but we were curious.
Three and a half years ago I woke up strapped to a Duke Hospital bed with an IV sprouting from my wrist and a monitoring machine beeping softly by my bedside.
Every first year has their thing. Usually, it’s something they did in high school and really excelled at or some incredible accomplishment. For me, it was journalism.
My Dad used to listen to this station called 95.7 The Ride all the time growing up. It wasn’t my favorite music (lots of Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty, etc.) but now that I’ve come to college I made a Spotify playlist with a bunch of ride classics. I find myself listening to that music when I’m missing home and feeling sentimental and also because I’ve realized it’s actually Good.
Nothing about The Chronicle is guaranteed.
It’s for the Cardi B concert. Don’t worry. Tons of people are on here, I told myself.
What are the classes I would have dared to take, the people I would have dared to reach out to for help, the conversation I would have dared to have?
You ask me for meaning. And I give you clothes.
The U.S. cannot afford to avoid confronting mass human rights crises.
We have all become used to seeing laughable leadership from the White House, but we hoped for a little more from our very own Allen Building.
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For the first two years, I learned what it felt like to not take oneself too seriously—after all, I’d literally just learned my ABC’s, so I wasn’t too harsh about imposing limits and expectations on myself. If I could conjugate at least one verb correctly, it didn’t matter if the rest of my sentence was off.
Don’t stress the little stuff. Focus on people. Relationships will always matter more.
The student group, dressed in bright orange and carrying posters with phrases such as, “Use your noodle: get us the mac we deserve” and “It’s not too cheesy: we want mac,” stood in the center of the plaza where they protested for 15 minutes before leaving to make their 1:25 classes.
At a place like Duke, where students pride themselves on their acceptance of all people regardless of religion or ethnicity, it seems backward that it’s still acceptable to mock God and Christianity in front of people who incorporate religion into their lives.
We at the Duke Engage chapter of the Partners in Health organization implore our Senate representation, Senator Richard Burr and Senator Thom Tillis, to protect the Global Fund and support the right of all human beings to live healthy lives.
The Community Standard can’t succeed without a community behind it—and it’s up to us to create that community.
The storytellers of old always worked to reshape history as they saw fit, but if we can allow a platform for diverse groups of storytellers and creators in the 21st century, then change can follow.
The responsibility is on us to make prudent decisions regarding our social media and internet activity.
There is no proper time to promote justice. There is only a perception of respectability that attempts a line in the sand, a line separating the acceptable from the “rabble-rousing.”
