Class struggle ends
By Rob Goodman | February 18, 2005February 25, 2005—New Durham, North Carolina.
The independent news organization of Duke University
February 25, 2005—New Durham, North Carolina.
I carry a copy of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby in my car’s glove box.
This is bowling. There are rules.
Those who did not attend Saturday’s performance of the Vagina Monologues missed more than just an overpriced and poorly-acted play.
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Miss Miho, what’s the area of a trapezoid?” I turned around quickly from passing out pencils to find Charlie, a jolly sixth grader, inquisitively staring at his workbook. Shoot.
A university's memory is permanently impaired. With the exception of the deepest furrows—the UNC bonfire, or James B.
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