“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.
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.
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.
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?
Protein bars and other on-the-go “health” items are a lesson in trying to please everybody but actually pleasing nobody. No dessert blogger would feature a protein bar that looks like a bootleg 3-Musketeers; no whole food nut could advocate for eating protein bars too frequently either -- the fiber would warrant WAY too many trips to the bathroom.