When we try to slip back into these previous patterns of existence, we jut out like misfitting puzzle pieces. Our lives are split into two halves, and somewhere along the way, there emerges two of us.
Duke prides itself on its commitment to “interdisciplinarity,” but often its approach to doing so can be narrow-minded, and still operates on the mindset of using art to “humanize” or “popularize” STEM endeavors.
Here’s the funny thing, though: the housing changes brought about by QuadEx prevented me from continuing to live with this same group of friends I made as a freshman two years ago.
Cancel culture is concerned more with how we should disregard the artists and write them off when they make mistakes than on how those mistakes can be used by the artists to create art that is inclusive.
Instead of perceiving crying as a weapon against our ego, we must conceptualize it as a vehicle of vulnerability, one that allows us to form stronger connections with others by revealing an emblem of our shared humanity.
It’s sad that people make acquaintances with goodbyes and have to proudly call it maturity.
There are times when I worry that my genuine interest in a language that is so inextricably intertwined with popular culture might be disdained and misconstrued as the fanatical obsession of a “Koreaboo”, so much so that I shy away from opportunities to practice it with others.
It makes sense to make personally beneficial choices but moving through life without considering others not only harms others but will also come back to bite us in the butt when others don’t feel the need to be accountable to us.
Our conceptions of small towns ooze through filters percolating for idealism, signaling a place so untouched by external corruption that we always wish to return.