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Sure, playing a one-woman game of Taboo isn’t going to instantly change any outward objective reality or metaphysically erase the items on my Google Calendar, but truly, truly, something began to change.
The Live Movement is not a force to be reckoned with, nor a student cause to brush under the rug. Rather, the student-led Live Movement is something the Blue Devils can stand to learn from. What the Live Movement and subsequent Blackburn Takeover teaches us is that students are worthy of occupying spaces on campus, and thus the spaces on campus must be worthy enough for the students that occupy them.
While a common refrain in Phineas and Ferb is “carpe diem,” or “seize the day,” it seems like Duke students would rather seize tomorrow, disregarding short term happiness and mental stability for the possibility of looking impressive and being successful later.
Unfortunately, Duke’s selective nature doesn’t end when you get into Duke.
As creatures of this Creator God, we are meant to embrace a creation vocation, that is, to create art and beauty in the face of formless voids, even pandemics.
If the Dead is the representation of a chill, stress-free life where you take things day-by-day and have no worries about the things you cannot control, then Duke is the antithesis to this.
Squirrels don’t carry more weight than they need to. They just enjoy the small mouthfuls of victories from each trip.
A million snowflakes can create a snowstorm of change.
The inexplicable urge you feel to check through your Twitter feed right before you go to bed isn’t as unreasonable as you might have thought.
In the pursuit of academic, professional, aesthetic validation, we abuse our minds and our bodies through overwork.
BIPOC TCK are out here creating entire worlds of thinking within themselves.
This fear of being the odd one out, by simply existing as a normal human in the world, can perpetuate our instinct to hide our blunders.
I remember sporadically bawling throughout the day, one of the greatest experiences of my life
“I’m all for this change and getting out the vote,” she explained, “but I am a little bit nervous about me and my sorority sisters because this weird thing happens when we get drunk where we become Republicans, and I know we aren’t the only ones.”
Okay, Viktoria. Don’t panic. You have a Plan B for a reason. I repeated this mantra in my head as I searched for a pre-packaged serving of Lucky Charms. No luck there either. Okay, Viktoria. Don’t Panic. You have a Plan C for a reason. My back-up English muffin was also missing.
Another perspective, however, has been absent from the stream of discussion, one which I’d like to make a gentle but thorough case for; that QuadEx is a seriously good idea that will unequivocally improve the student experience of living at Duke.
Using the nebulous language of “good” and “bad” to describe the intrinsic righteousness of human beings is lazy at best and irresponsibly reductive at worst.
When they are at the gym, the presence of a gym crush is more powerful than the most caffeinated pre-workout and the hypest gym playlist. Suddenly, those last two reps feel like nothing and the heaviest barbell on your back barely registers. The prospect of three sets of planks is less repulsive when you spot a certain somebody nearby.
I hear hope in a harmonica—a mouth organ with oceans of resonant dreams. Where do you hear hope?
In fact, I think a lot of medical students feel like the sixth floor: consistently told they’re destined for something great, but currently stuck filling a number of vague roles until they find out what the future holds.
