While these small businesses wait and ponder their next steps, we should all consider what flash of hope we might be able to provide to the people who run them.
In coming to terms with my own hypocrisy, I realized that I am a living, breathing example of why it is so difficult for Duke students to have vulnerable conversations about mental health.
Many—if not most—sexually active students have lost access to their usual partners and sexual networks during this time, meaning that the number of horny Duke students has increased exponentially, especially if the posts on the Gothicc Duke Confessions page are any indication.
The past couple of days have been a master class in how to take action without actually listening.
Postmodern and poststructuralist thinkers had a lot to say about education and how it should change, and I can’t stop thinking about how urgent their sometimes vicious critiques have become.
I don’t know about you, but sneaking peeks of my colleagues’ kids and my students’ cats has helped me to realize that we are all real people, all dealing with various challenges in various ways and are worthy of so much grace.
Duke should encourage students to explore opportunities not provided by the university, and not go out of their way to isolate students who want to diversify their background.
In the last hand-written letter you wrote me, you said, “The highs showed me what life can be, and the lows showed me that I was alive.”
It makes sense for you to have felt like you did not fit in, because you did not—you were extraordinary.
I would give so much to be able to share one more brownie sundae, to steal one more handful of French fries from someone else’s plate, to split one more chocolate chip cookie in half.
Each and every witty joke, eye-opening conversation and beautiful sentiment that could only come from our very own Greyson Spector. I’m just sorry we couldn’t have a lifetime of you.