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I am a low income minority student, a label that I am neither proud of or ashamed of. At least, that's what I want to believe, but understandably it’s more complicated than that.
I am so incredibly grateful for the economic resources that allow me to be here. I’m grateful that I get to play rich at Duke. I get to choose what sounds good at WU instead of gravitating towards the cheapest meal. I get to say yes to dinner dates and coffee chats without the anxiety induced by a price tag. And the best part: I get to use this power to do good.
Our society is moving forward. And when the Blue Devil mascot comes out at sporting events, the sight of his ears so clearly designed to be nibbled on gently, or of his eyes that are so easy to get lost in, is no longer as welcome to a modern audience. Sporting events are for celebrating the athletic achievements of our student body, not admiring the Michelangelesque sculpting of the Devil’s body.
Currently, The Chronicle does not convey any of its articles, regardless of their genre, in plain language. However, I’m advocating that this should change and that plain language versions should be provided for major news stories.
Combining two contradictory policies undermines both approaches in the process. Moving forward, it is up to administrative forces to decide which COVID-19 policies are considered effective, and how resources can be used to best support the Durham community and academic life here at Duke.
When one of our benches goes down, the culprits must suffer the wrath of a thousand perfectly sanctioned and marshaled flames.
Testimonies from previous and current RAs demonstrate that police bring no added value when called, and more importantly, can cause harm to students.
When discussing my desire for a better arts requirement, a friend disagreed, saying that the lowest grade they ever received was in an arts class. This is a fair point given the Duke obsession with perfect GPAs; however, to quote one of my Economics professors “it’s not about the grade, it’s about what you learn.”
It’s hard to do things which you know are inferior to what you have done previously, but it’s better to put forth an effort than to quietly sink into the background.
Don’t get satisfied with sailing your little boat far inside the harbor to box in your life due to fear or insecurity because by doing so you will box in your purpose. Listen for a voice that will lead you out into the deep.
If you happen to love the Bryan Center, then I can only applaud you for what amounts to building a house on the side of a steep mountain and making the best of poor circumstances. My aim here isn’t to make everyone hate the BC, just to expose some of the implicit ways its structural arrangement fails to foster the kind of integrated, collaborative, equitable environment that Duke’s current values align with. Your emotional reactions, attachments, or rejections of the building are your own to cherish or abhor, but in either case my aim is to provoke a closer, more critically engaged look at the built spaces that make up Duke.
I don't know if your name is Gregory. And the truth is, I don't know if you even had a name.
Rejection is an opportunity to reconsider your current actions, but it should not discourage you from ever acting at all.
People can only ever get a snapshot of our lives.
Part of me hopes that our generation has yet to (and will not) fulfill these authors’ prophecies.
A quick Google search will inform you that great ideas arise in the shower due to the interplay of distraction, relaxation and sensory stimulation that produce a neurological dopamine high. It isn’t that the mindless, automatic nature of showering activates creative sweet spots in the brain. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Our brain is released from high-order activities and instead engages its appropriately named “default mode network.” Showering liberates our minds from the outside noise and allows us to do something we rarely let ourselves do: be present.
While they aren’t brilliant, Marvel movies and Drake songs are serviceable. For somebody who is busy, that’s a fine deal to make.
At some point, I got sick and tired of running on this prison of a hamster wheel, of endlessly chasing after this feeling called “happiness” that seemed increasingly nebulous and unattainable.
I’ve come to see that the moments where we feel most inclined to sacrifice our wellbeing, with finals week and assignment-heavy days coming to mind, are the moments where we need to stop and take the time to connect with ourselves.
