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You’re not a Duke student if you’re not cramming in Perkins, rushing off to your third meeting in a row or running on three hours of sleep.
In comparison to the shiny, publicized culture of other religions, my religion felt different, like it was hiding in the shadows.
Senior Leah Abrams, The Chronicle's Editorial Page Editor, hosts a live discussion with two columnists—Alice Dai and Elliott Davis—following the Democratic Party's Presidential Debate.
She would always ask, in this order: “How are classes going? Do you have a boyfriend? How are your friends?”
I think we have forgotten who we are as Asian Americans.
The decision to allocate space (or not) to student groups, the design of our living spaces, the donations given to certain construction projects but not others, the defacement of cultural spaces, the threats against those that ask for recognition—these are the markers of a University steeped in “white supremacy and cultural imperialism.”
If I really think about it, there’s honestly only one piece of advice I feel completely qualified to give: don’t eat the fish in West Union.
Facebook may lead you to believe that all international students are stupidly rich, but the cost of being international is much higher than you’d think.
I’ve been a pop-culture spectator for far longer than I’ve been a vigilant follower of the news.
As Duke students, we share a measure of collective responsibility. If you are willing to bask in the glory of being a member of the exalted class of (fill in the blank), then you must also accept responsibility.
We all have the same number of hours in our days. What matters is how you choose to spend them. If you find yourself overwhelmed with work, maybe take an hour break so that you can come back and be more productive. Go outside and let your mind rest. Study in a way that sustains you.
Take this quiz to see if you can get to class on an electric scooter without getting injured.
In its efforts to create a greater sense of equity, the University engaged in a conversation that omitted the same people who are absent from its buildings and memorials: the workforce.
Now I occupy space, because I deserve it. I deserve to have people listen to my opinions just as I listen to theirs. I don’t have to sit in silence while others choose the narrative of discussion.
They’re done when they’re plump and golden. You’re done when you’ve had at least three.
Staring blankly into the search bar, you wait for inspiration to strike your hovering fingertips. Infinite possibility glares across the screen.
One should never think they are doing “charity” work when engaging in Durham.
Whether we acknowledge it or not, we all size each other up based on our achievements. Not because we want to judge others—but because we want to know where we stand.
Every day we sanitize our institution’s history we compound the consequences that will surely become its legacy.
What the University needs at this moment is greater commitment to comprehensive and sustainable public transportation, not a yuppie trend.
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