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We have sunken into a mindset where youth is our prime, and if we don’t achieve success during our prime, then we have missed our one critical chance to “peak” in life.
The distorted societal, economic, and political perceptions are artificial but pervasive in nature, creating barriers to the liberal arts. Reevaluation of the social classes' role in forming and sustaining their perceptions is crucial when we advocate for liberal arts educational accessibility.
I remain conflicted because, of course, I want to personally sound as smart as possible…but, in modifying the way I talk to fit the norm, I’m further reinforcing the dichotomy between the way the “educated” and “noneducated” speak.
If neuroscience can’t prevent a downward spiral, can it at least remind me to bring a parachute? Or an antidepressant?
When we try to slip back into these previous patterns of existence, we jut out like misfitting puzzle pieces. Our lives are split into two halves, and somewhere along the way, there emerges two of us.
There’s something special about seeing places that are usually hustling and bustling completely devoid of energy, the helter-skelter nature of a teeming thoroughfare transformed into silence and quiet.
Some things are truly just out of our hands and fighting to end a policy that strives to even the playing field is not the way to regain control.
The challenge we have as Dukies—or really as human beings—is how to belong but not divide.
Duke prides itself on its commitment to “interdisciplinarity,” but often its approach to doing so can be narrow-minded, and still operates on the mindset of using art to “humanize” or “popularize” STEM endeavors.
Here’s the funny thing, though: the housing changes brought about by QuadEx prevented me from continuing to live with this same group of friends I made as a freshman two years ago.
Whether you celebrate Christmas or not, consider the example of Charlie Brown’s wise friend Linus.
Cancel culture is concerned more with how we should disregard the artists and write them off when they make mistakes than on how those mistakes can be used by the artists to create art that is inclusive.
Instead of perceiving crying as a weapon against our ego, we must conceptualize it as a vehicle of vulnerability, one that allows us to form stronger connections with others by revealing an emblem of our shared humanity.
When people are dying, no longer from the virus but by the hands of their government, riots and mutiny are inevitable.
It’s sad that people make acquaintances with goodbyes and have to proudly call it maturity.
They worried that our school would be next.
There are times when I worry that my genuine interest in a language that is so inextricably intertwined with popular culture might be disdained and misconstrued as the fanatical obsession of a “Koreaboo”, so much so that I shy away from opportunities to practice it with others.
Unmet expectations are a part of life no matter how old you are.
It makes sense to make personally beneficial choices but moving through life without considering others not only harms others but will also come back to bite us in the butt when others don’t feel the need to be accountable to us.
We would all face immeasurable loss if the ivory gates of elite universities–like the one we ourselves attend–are once again distanced from students who have historically been barred from reaping their benefits.