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And the moment I stared out the window at the Chapel, my head swimming with memories instead of stress about the week ahead, I knew it was time for the end.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from The Chronicle, it’s that you never know when a lifelong memory is going to fall into your lap.
Sure, we love Duke Athletics and we love when Duke moves up a place in some arbitrary ranking system and we love when our researchers make new discoveries, but holding the University accountable is a form of love, too.
Whether or not Duke has been looking for a solution to sexual assault on campus, SHAPE has done the heavy lifting for them.
Over the years, I grew from someone who did not even know what to do with my new camera, only fascinated by the power of the iPhone 6 camera, into a girl whose entire life revolves around photography. I thank The Chronicle so deeply for that.
It’s okay that I don’t know what’s happening next, because that means I can finally write this next chapter myself. And if there’s one thing writing for The Chronicle has taught me: it’s writing.
I’ve always felt that the office was a safe space, somewhere I could come to find those who would share in my joys or sorrows in equal measure. I feel genuinely loved, which is such a beautiful thing that is easy to take for granted.
It is truly an experience like no other to sit center court in Cameron Indoor seats you literally cannot pay for. The music is deafening, but the show is darn good.
I want to wield my sentences with intention—in order to bring about a better world, happier people.
I didn’t expect to be in college during a pandemic, but I really didn’t expect to become a writer; after all, it was my older brother who had been the English major.
I lived a lot of my time at Duke wondering when and where the next thing would go wrong. But what if everything went right?
The most difficult part of being a Duke student for me isn’t the classic case of being afflicted with imposter syndrome—I have enough confidence in my abilities to know that I deserve to be here. Rather, it is the frustration of not being able to fully leverage the plethora of resources at my disposal, of being hamstrung from reaching my full potential by something as “trivial” as anxiety.
Additional pieces of information can help confirm a diagnosis or make us feel more confident about proceeding, but the question is—would you most likely behave the same way with or without that information?
Though tenants are meagerly protected in North Carolina, doling out collective fines is illegal, besides being unethical and unfair.
Students are unaware of the administrators that have considerable influence on their daily lives, and as a result, workers are forced to face student concerns.
The presence of Macs is not inherently bad; what’s bad is that it creates an unrealistic norm and adds pressure to students to buy expensive Apple products, regardless of whether they need them or can afford them.
Probably, the CEB should just admit it has no idea what it is talking about most of the time.
It is time for our student government to enact reasonable guidelines that establish sound definitions of free speech and outline appropriate funding standards for speakers.
Dr. King shows us that silence and speech are intertwined.
I wish I was so engrossed, so suffocatingly possessed by something, that if I was requested to conduct a twenty minute presentation on the spot, I could do it.