Where's the mascot color?
By Marcus Peterson | April 25, 2005It seems as if this year’s musical choice for the last day of classes is not the only thing lacking in regards to the upcoming celebration to the end of this semester.
It seems as if this year’s musical choice for the last day of classes is not the only thing lacking in regards to the upcoming celebration to the end of this semester.
It’s all just a popularity contest.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season...
[Lights up. The two gentlemen are seated in a booth.].
Here are seven suggestions for improving The Chronicle. Some are directed at readers, some at editors, others at columnists.
I suppose that the farewell columns we seniors are asked to write should highlight the “big lessons” of our four years here.
The identities of all parties in the following factual account have been changed and will not be revealed for any reason: don’t ask.
Hey, undergraduate. All you learn at college is how to drink, have sex and memorize trivia. In a few years, nobody will care which university you went to, what your grades were, or what you studied.
Closing time—the year is just about up, and final reflections are ubiquitous.
There was a point in my life when I wanted to become an astronaut.
For four years I’ve had to pee. At least several nights a week and then several times a night, I’ve had to pee.
This isn’t your granddaddy’s KKK. It’s not about hate, it’s about love. It’s not about power, it’s about autonomy.
Conventional wisdom looks at Christianity as a matter of faith, not logic.
As a second-semester senior, I have suddenly been afflicted with a disorder that prevents me from beginning coursework before approximately 1:45 a.m.
First class. Business class. Economy class. Coach class.
Sitting here, writing my final column, there’s the temptation to turn it into something major and profound.
I would never expect to learn so much from eighth graders. Duke professors, yes. Duke students, of course. But from scrawny, gossiping pre-teens?.
This isn’t your granddaddy’s KKK. It’s not about hate, it’s about love. It’s not about power, it’s about autonomy.
As an advocate of cultural diversity, awareness and participation, I was quite dismayed to read the staff editorial in the Tuesday, April 12, 2005 edition of The Chronicle where the first sentence...
Conventional wisdom looks at Christianity as a matter of faith, not logic.