While tapping through the 300th “Best of 2018” Instagram story on my feed, I stopped to reflect on the year as a whole.
Finals week for most Duke students is a time defined by long nights of studying, stress and tests.
Coming home for winter break after completing just one semester at Duke means being peppered with endless questions about my future from dear relatives and friends.
Me: “Let’s get dinner this week.”
I’m in a group chat of writers called “sadboi hours.”
For me, that craziest part of rushing SLGs my first year wasn’t going to the events. I didn’t black out at any parties or dance on any tables but I did have a crazy bid day.
“Why don’t you look it up for homework today?” was the response of my elementary school teacher whenever I raised my hand with a question too big to answer.
There are several topics of conversation that accompany the start of spring semester (tell me more about abroad, juniors), but perhaps the biggest is the recruitment processes for the Interfraternity Council, Panhellenic Association, and Selective Living Groups that take place every January.
This time last year, the Chronicle published a column called “In defense of Greek life.”
Effortless perfection: 1. the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects with minimal physical or mental exertion.
Consider the price of a single word: of one fluttering of the tongue, one pursing of the lips, one releasing of the self into the world. Some words are worth less than others.
“And the people in the houses/ All went to the university/ Where they were put in boxes/ And they came out all the same/ And there’s doctors and lawyers/ And business executives/ And they’re all made out of ticky-tacky/ And they all look just the same.”
Public policy majors are required to complete an internship before graduation. After completing the five core courses, students must seek out an internship in a field related to public policy in order to receive their degree.
I’ve wanted to go to Paris for my entire life. I tried (and failed) to teach myself French in elementary school and even went as a mime for Halloween.
Going home over Thanksgiving break has given me the clarity I need to finally write an open and honest column.
Hot take, but after most of a full semester as an independent, I can, without a doubt say that being independent has cast a massive, rather bleak shadow over my Duke experience.
I hear a lot of people at Duke say, “I’m [wealthy, or white, or straight, or male], but at least I know that makes me privileged.”
Duke is full of people who have an exaggerated sense of self-importance. Sometimes it seems like they have bought into the belief that they are the greatest thing since the sliced bread, or maybe even the quesadilla from Sazón.
With students from 64 countries and 47 U.S. states, representing many races, ethnicities, genders and socioeconomic statuses, Duke is home to a unique assortment of people and cultures that foster a diversity of opinions and ideas.
Duke University has endured a series of racial epithets and symbols of domestic terrorism and white supremacy during my 22 years as a professor at Duke.
