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The master narrative of the American Dream must die. For too long, we’ve been fleeced by its distorting cloak.
I was quite the attendee of Model U.N. conferences in high school, and by my senior year I had discovered a never-fails strategy.
Rumor has it that Christian Laettner, our favorite shot-making misanthrope, was once asked to donate to Duke.
My four-year-old life consisted of watching Sesame Street every day after preschool, playing with my extensive Fisher-Price toy collection and taking trips to Japan, Disney World and the beach.
Collectively, they had lost 270 pounds. It was their ninth day without food. At least one of them had to be rushed to the hospital.
As a freshman I never considered sexual assault to be a serious issue. I would see numbers everywhere claiming a certain percentage of the population was being affected by it.
It’s time to re-evaluate our evaluations, if the DSG race for VP of academic affairs is any indication.
Finally, it has come. Justification. A reason for returning home to the heartland.
Watching a band of neo-hippies try to take the thunder from President Richard Brodhead last week by climbing on stage during his speech with a banner demanding a “living wage” for...
Alan Gell sat in prison for nine years for a crime he did not commit.
Last week, Duke Dining Services announced a new program that allows freshmen to use unused breakfast credits to purchase lunch at the Marketplace.
Hunter S. Thompson shot himself a month ago. I apologize for adding an extra nanosecond to the 15 previously allotted. But I bring this up because he had something to teach us about reality.
President Richard Brodhead wants to create an ownership society here at Duke.
The following is a fictional foray into the mind of a killer.
Want to go to Indonesia on a Dean’s Research Fellowship? Not anymore. How about using Duke support to go to Burundi or Somalia? Sorry.
It’s funny, ‘cause it’s bigger than a normal hat.
It was the thwap heard ’round the world.
I met a lot of interesting people last week, none more interesting than Joe and Tim.
Living on East Campus didn’t seem like a good idea.
