I wonder at my worries over subconscious thoughts of Asian American authors as they write sex scenes.
As Duke students, it’s incumbent on us to seek new ideas. To do that responsibly, first recognize that there’s nothing noble about compromise for its own sake.
We each need different things. We’re operating within different limits and circumstances. We have different values. Those very differences give rise to the immense diversity that has allowed humans to grow and thrive on an individual and collective level.
As it happens, it all worked out in the end in what I’d like to think is a way that was meant to be—and I’m thankful for the hindsight-aided clarity—but the process disillusioned me, early and thoroughly. This is by no means a hot take, but the college admissions process is deeply flawed.
March 2020 witnessed the loss not only of loved ones and stability, but also of what would never be...It made us confront mortality at large as well as the fragility of our individual lives. It made us look inward for a strength that could no longer be obtained from the proximity of others. It gave us no other option but to assess our existence thus far in this world and feel the equally painful and inspiring dissonance between who we are and who we want to be.
If the relationship between a university and its students is purely economic, then I’m becoming increasingly unsure of what I or Duke bring to the table. Are we both as valuable as we’re portraying ourselves to be?
By choosing to post thoughts publicly, without the identification of a name or pseudonym, a YikYak user is exercising their right to be anonymous in a public online encounter. But, the subject of discussion–if it is indeed a person or a group of people—has no such privileges, unless the Yak is obscene enough to be moderated.
The progress flowed faster than you can say “Milton Friedman is kinda the GOAT fr.”
I’ve come to realize that task forces are like rabbits—you put two of them in a room for long enough, and soon enough there are 10.