How to ask better questions
By Sarah Xu | February 21, 2019A few years ago, a group of students at my high school started a blog inspired by Humans of New York, where they compiled photos and stories of students and teachers.
A few years ago, a group of students at my high school started a blog inspired by Humans of New York, where they compiled photos and stories of students and teachers.
This past Wednesday the Duke undergraduate community elected Trey Walk to be the next Young Trustee.
One hundred and sixty-eight years ago this January, Leo Tolstoy wrote what is possibly the greatest diary entry of all time. It read:
The Chronicle's Editorial Board recently published an editorial in response to recent current events involving Democratic congresswoman Ilhan Omar and her insensitive tweets about Israel.
A common value defines the Duke experience. It pops up on path signs around Cameron and Wallace Wade Stadiums.
During an interview with The Breakfast Club, Senator Kamala Harris confessed that she smoked weed in college, and “did inhale.”
Last Friday’s editorial, “AIPAC and the Blockade on Critiquing Israel,” perpetuates troubling myths about the roles of Jews in American politics, as well as inaccuracies about the history of the Israeli-Arab conflict, Middle East politics, and Zionism.
So, here we are in 2019. We haphazardly make a list of goals we want to achieve: go to Wilson at least once this semester, eat Sprout occasionally, actually eat lunch with your friend who hasn’t seen you in six months because you’re consumed by caffeine, courses and the chaos of Duke.
We have just completed the annual ritual of rush. Hundreds of students spent hours on end meeting with members of fraternities, sororities, and non-Greek selective living groups (SLGs) with the hope of being accepted to a tight-knit social communities.
1:45 a.m. I wake with a jolt to the sound of the line monitors’ bullhorns—it seems like my body has more of a reaction to the distinct sound of these sirens now than it does to the sound of sirens that would go off during a real emergency. (Duke privilege, anyone?)
Last year I wrote a column concluding that critics impetuously characterize Greek life as homogenous, and in effect, dehumanize its members.
The halls of private schools aren’t remotely hallowed. After walking them for 13 years, I should know.
“Joys do not stay, but take wing and fly away.” The Roman poet Martial captured that uncomfortable feeling of seeing something good drift from us and wanting to somehow hold onto it.
I feel immensely guilty when I’m not being productive. Even when I’m choosing to do something fun, or putting my work down because I know I need a break, I can’t seem to shake the feeling that I’m wasting my life away.
During this Lunar New Year festival, I felt an incredible amount of pride for being Asian-American. I wish this feeling wasn’t something rare for me, but it is.
In our last column, we wrote about four uncontroversial ideas which constitute key principles of the nascent Effective Altruism (EA) movement, of which Effective Altruism Duke is a small part.
I volunteer most weeks at a nursing home near Duke. I am painting portraits of the residents there; I work on sketches when I visit.
As second semester rolls in full force, networking events and cover letter writing workshops abound.
Where do you go on campus when you want to disappear?
Duke is often referred to as a bubble, where students live comfortably in a world far removed from the stark reality of the greater Durham community.