If Duke, and our peer institutions, decided that the main basis for undergraduate admissions was students’ ability to play ping pong, suddenly every ambitious high schooler in the country would be practicing their serve.
My decision wasn't just about choosing to stay; it was about investing in the sense of home that Duke had become.
Fearing for your own life or the life of a loved one is possibly one of the most terrifying feelings you will never want to experience.
President Price seems to have forgotten that most students at Duke do not speak broke. Therefore, I, Monday Monday, champion of the vernacular of the common (top 1%) man, have taken it upon myself to translate the announcement into more accessible language.
I realized that while I felt I was being polite, I was actually apologizing for the kindness people showed me instead of appreciating it.