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The idea of being in the hospital so soon in your career seems great until you finish the first year and still feel woefully unprepared. But if life’s about anything, it’s about being woefully unprepared in as graceful a manner as possible.
This time, no longer shackled by my overthinking tendencies, I will be brutally honest if I must and less afraid to infuse my writing with more personality.
I want you to remember that to be alive is to die one day, and that you should never feel guilty for getting one more chance, one more morning, one more moment to experience, to grow, to regress, to be.
At the same time the Career Center was empty, Latinx students sat on the floor of their own space and had to grab chairs from across the Bryan Center.
The way Duke’s upperclassman food plan works majorly contributes to a culture of ignoring breakfast, replacing meals with coffee, pushing off eating until work is done, and choosing the cheap option over the more desirable one, behaviors that are not only encouraged but often lauded in that toxic “suffering more than thou” way of bragging.
This new housing option provides a variety of benefits for students, such as being closer to classrooms and libraries, making sure each resident gets plenty of fresh air, and promoting a better sleep schedule by getting rid of the ability to ignore the sun in the morning.
You have to be strong in order not to seek self-satisfaction, self-gratification or self-promotion.
I wonder if I have problems prioritizing as I balance on scales, watch my weight drop, know it’s the cost of saving each HEERF fund, stimulus check, meal stipend, the cost of piling books on my windowsill instead.
We treat our doctors with pride and appreciation, but there’s a very heavy burden that follows the letters D and r.
Sure, we love Duke Athletics and we love when Duke moves up a place in some arbitrary ranking system and we love when our researchers make new discoveries, but holding the University accountable is a form of love, too.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from The Chronicle, it’s that you never know when a lifelong memory is going to fall into your lap.
And the moment I stared out the window at the Chapel, my head swimming with memories instead of stress about the week ahead, I knew it was time for the end.
As I look back on my time on this campus built to let in sunlight, I’m aware of what a privilege it’s been to spend my college career illuminating Duke and its community.
I’ve been a sports fan my entire life, but I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve never been as interested in the Xs and Os on the court or field as a lot of my peers.
It’s natural to have regrets in life, but as The Chronicle chapter comes to a close, I only have one: Why didn’t I start sooner?
Just as I’m gentle on my knee so my knee supports my hip, I can maintain, as life continues, that all my seasons may count for me sometime.
I’ve always felt that the office was a safe space, somewhere I could come to find those who would share in my joys or sorrows in equal measure. I feel genuinely loved, which is such a beautiful thing that is easy to take for granted.
It’s okay that I don’t know what’s happening next, because that means I can finally write this next chapter myself. And if there’s one thing writing for The Chronicle has taught me: it’s writing.
Over the years, I grew from someone who did not even know what to do with my new camera, only fascinated by the power of the iPhone 6 camera, into a girl whose entire life revolves around photography. I thank The Chronicle so deeply for that.
It is truly an experience like no other to sit center court in Cameron Indoor seats you literally cannot pay for. The music is deafening, but the show is darn good.