Y ou did not come here to find love. But rest assured—it will find you. Do not be surprised when it appears at uncommon hours or in uncommon forms.
You walk into a supermarket and are able to choose from countless types of perfectly ripe fruit.
My favorite part of the Blue Zone is how Parking Services ensures an abundance of spaces, especially toward the very end of the lot because they clearly understand that those of us who are...
Coach K is a wimp. Duke is a bad neighbor. Sororities are elitist. iPods are a joke. Moneta is incompetent. We live in turbulent times….
Self of the past: When I was your age, I wanted to be an actress. I wanted it so much that I even auditioned for a performing arts program without my parents’ permission and made it.
Let me guess. You’re a hip, well-rounded student in want of a hip, resume-rockin’ after school activity because YMCA just doesn’t cut it anymore. You like music.
Seek those who search the truth. Beware those who find it. —Unknown.
Newsflash for unobservant and way-past-borderline-stupid people: Duke has itself a new president.
After a long summer vacation traversing the Savannah plains (or is it plain Savannahs?), SIR ELTON had forgotten how much class sucks. At 8:30 a.m.
In my notorious column of sexual liberation, I’d like to start the year off as friend (instead of foe) to the freshman girl.
The beginning of the school year is always a bit of a frightening time. Freshmen, wandering around aimlessly, lost on campus with parents cramping their style.
The story goes like this: Bobby Fischer, perhaps the greatest chess player of all time, attempts to board a plane in Japan a few weeks ago with an invalid passport.
I am a little embarrassed to say this—I love the United States. No, not in that “Buy a flag at Wal-Mart for just $9.99” way.
Gone are the days of keg stands on the quad. Nowadays, house parties off East Campus reign supreme.
CAIRO, Egypt—Ahh, the start of a new school year.
The mind of George W. Bush, for all its alleged simplicity, has proven an exceedingly difficult nut to crack.
And we be beat pimpin’, smoking teas. The beats came of age at the end of World War II; younger brothers and sisters of the men and women who had fought the war.
Last year, the Women’s Initiative Report identified “effortless perfection” as a characteristic of the Duke social environment for undergraduate women.
I love watching the Olympics.
