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We are almost through this bizarre year. Almost. We must put our individual needs aside and value the good of the entire Duke community during the final weeks of this semester.
Honestly, we’re just sick of listing campus resources when students express concerns about their mental health.
We can’t let the voters who just saved America once again become silenced by these racist pieces of legislation.
When I go out somewhere with a group of gays, I know people might laugh at us or give a side-eye. To be fair, we probably look a little bit ridiculous or over-dressed. But at least now, I’m not alone in my experience. We’re in on the joke together.
There will always be more than eleven options at the Brodhead Center, so long as you use your imagination.
Developing some ethical code, and a willingness to engage with the context of a moral dilemma, are the best way to resolve contradictions when we face them.
If we want to establish a precedent for unity in politics and American life, we must first establish this precedent at Duke.
“Playing basketball is, like, really hard,” said player Michael Savarino. “It’s like...sheesh! Y’know?”
The newness and change of healing come with costs.
Even though I do not feel twenty-two, or quite how I expected twenty-two year olds to feel, I think I have a better idea of what being an adult will be like.
The church is not fighting to upend and end poverty. It is fighting to silence and placate those in the midst of suffering and need.
Despite their best intentions, the frat bros have set the stage for their eventual demise.
We, the Young Professionals, cultivate resumes, not characters. We sacrifice nutrition and seek out networks. We spend our four years mastering whatever roles it takes to get through each week. The starving student who is hungry for degrees, not dinner. The daydreamer who thrives off power naps and ambition rather than a proper sleep schedule. The anti-social socialite who overcommits to clubs and events, yet always feels alone.
And what if the self I’d been living with for the better part of a year and a half, the one without energy, without hobbies, without hope for good things, wasn’t really me?
Going forward, we should re-envision universities with students as the architects of their education—not departments and majors.
I believe that over the next decade, we’re going to experience the biggest cultural revolution of an era.
The following slam-poetry monologue, entitled “Normalize Camera-Off”, was submitted by Monday Monday to be performed in the Me Too Monologues showcase. It was rejected.
Rather than seek revenge, Thurman calls us to revere. Revere one another. Honor the image of God in one another.
For me there are few greater joys than a delightful dinner of shawarma and mashed potatoes on the steps outside WU with my close circle of shawarma-lovers.
The best essays become proverbs because both are the product of a clear mind.