No one at Duke should be made to feel less like a woman because of their menstrual capabilities—not me, not a roommate, not a teacher, not a peer.
If the glint of the sun catches your dining partner’s eyes just right, it might just illuminate their intrinsic hopefulness and goodwill, revealing them as a bastion of radiance in a world of iniquity.
I peeked into rooms that seemed, at least at a glance, impossible: a study space so large I couldn’t see the other end, a classroom with all the desks on the ceiling, and an affordable campus dining option.
Sure, killing is an inevitable part of battle, but perhaps one could argue that, at least for the last year of the war, the American execution of every, well, enemy execution, can be inextricably traced to the Duke name.
Their exhibitions of hysteria represented an attempt to seize masculine power, and it was the doctor’s job to return them to their natural feminine state---keeping them captive in their sickness.
The institutional system is designed to be as inefficient as possible in dealing with human concerns... In other words, the bureaucratic maze is not a fault of the system but the system itself.
I urge the university to voluntarily recognize DGSU and thus signal a new age in labor relations. Duke has the power to symbolically depart from its part in the story of worker oppression– the beginning of which starts on the same plot of land that graduate students plant their table today.
At an institution like Duke, finding people like you can be hard but you are making a generational path for others by doing so. Your future descendants are thanking you right now, so seize your opportunities and make them proud.
Our campus – and all campuses – should have ways of connecting with others that are actually pleasant to use.