A Day of Reflection
By Abdel Shehata | October 28, 2021A million snowflakes can create a snowstorm of change.
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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.
FOMO, although used commonly as slang, desperately requires an intricately genuine, delicate conversation about self-worth and self-awareness.
Through our academic struggle, we got to know our peer friends' passions and dreams, and our peer friends got to know the same about us
Why visit the Winchester Mystery House when you can visit Wilson?
For no immediately obvious reason, an entire third of Duke in New York students this year have visible tattoos.
That is the truly horrific thing about pessimism towards humanity: it perpetuates itself.
Note taken, caretaking doesn’t have to look like traditional instances of letting someone go before you in traffic. Holding open the door to absurd musical numbers can do just the trick.