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In Augustinian fashion, tears form a pillow and on them, hope rests, making tears a part of the texture of hope.
It’s time to confront the issue head on: IFC and Panhel’s time is up.
The Duke that was the backdrop to our dream senior year isn’t COVID-compatible.
Daunted by my own ability to “work past eleven or twelve” and “seriously nap,” I began to fear that my goal of achieving morning-person status is truly a Sisyphean task.
Six sick students, Duke says to us. Six sick students and you all can stay.
I popped a Vyvanse to push past the fatigue, and headed out for a midday bar-hopping Tinder date.
The question then becomes if social media’s focus on the “user” refers to the human, or if the “user” is actually just the algorithm that manipulates us behind the scenes.
Maybe, you will encounter someone who is considering leaving this Earth. And maybe, you will help teach this someone that to stay here with us is not a worse fate than death.
We don't, and we couldn't, come to Duke in order to learn every fact and protocol we'll need in life. Instead, we should be here to learn how to approach life.
Christians pretending that there’s a separation of Church and state is par for the course, but Christians choosing to bash other religions in an effort to discredit them while at the same time sensationalizing themselves is particularly wild.
Our breadsticks are for smart children. Not you.
The depiction of abstention as a byproduct of privilege distorts the real reasons why some nonvoters don’t vote.
Political disagreements with the Trump administration or ethical questions about vaccine distribution should not stop Duke students from protecting our community by getting vaccinated.
I was a digital serf, a laborer toiling on the data aggregation farm of the oligarchs in San Francisco. My reward was but a pittance, a small hit of dopamine in exchange for every single marketable fact about my existence.
The Covid-19 pandemic has caused an immense amount of pain, fear, and disappointment in the institutions that many of us trusted at one point in our lives. Instead of mocking this fear and skepticism, we need to look at where it comes from. And for members of academic institutions, we need to examine our own failures in creating lasting trust.
Students in 2020, many of whom do not remember a world without Facebook, are not the same as they were in 2004. We must hold Facebook's new product to higher privacy standards.
So when I talk about lungs, I'm working to not automatically think of my own mortality and the crumbling of our organs into ash. Instead, I'm beginning to see the breath and life that I receive and circulate and give—the parts of humanity that are beautiful, immortal, timeless.
Saying no more, she stood up then and danced with her twisted hip the rest of what her heart had to say while others opened their mouths and gave her the music. Long notes held until the four-part harmony was perfect enough for their deeply loved flesh.
Without the disease of students, the C1 buses have quickly become the country’s fifth largest nature reserve.
At Duke, I felt caught between prayer and pretending to be rich, so I kept my jobs and rationed my refund checks. I didn’t always have the cash, checks, credit, connections or concerned parents to keep up with my peers. But I did have the cornrows and the courage to put my best wig on and march through the Blue Devil circus, finessing my finances and cultivating my way out of debt.
