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Have you ever thought about what it takes to get a synthetic uterus through the TSA screening line at the airport?
What I’ve learned at The Chronicle is that accepting you have been “bad” is necessary for you to be better.
Philanthropy and charity can’t make up for the crushing structural income inequality that make possible Rubenstein's unimaginable affluence, nor can it ethically compensate for the deeply immoral roots of that wealth accumulation.
Editorial board became that niche I was looking for at Duke, something I could commit myself to while navigating a campus that I still very much felt alienated from.
The Chronicle is more than the sum of its parts because it’s the product of hours of sometimes-thankless labor by students balancing their university lives with journalism.
When I came to Duke as a first-year student, I did not have much of an interest in joining The Chronicle. I was interested in science and medicine and had no interest in journalism.
I’ll miss heading up to 301 Flowers every week at 10 p.m. only to leave at 1 a.m., the Chapel lit up behind me, glowing its confirmation of a job well done.
Duke can be scary and overwhelming at times, and being able to set aside a few hours each week to talk to artists, thinkers and dreamers made me see time and time again that Duke isn’t such a bad place after all.
My news department is all just students, who all have various aspirations of their own. But we’re all journalists, and that’s undeniably important when our work holds Duke accountable or informs the public.
Sure, I never saw a national championship as a student, but don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve been the luckiest college kid in America.
I still remember the thrill of seeing my first blog post—no matter how much it had to be edited (most of it)—publicized on Twitter and Facebook.
I’ll always cherish my time in Cameron when it is empty, when you can hear a ball bounce—or maybe even the keys of a laptop being tapped.
Trying out the Wilson rock climbing wall was on my “first-year at Duke!” bucket list, so when a friend asked me to climb last weekend, I thought I would give it a try.
Your editorial regarding merit-based scholarships at Duke lacks much contact with the reality of these programs.
Starting in 2022, Duke will guarantee every Ph.D. student a yearly 12 month stipend of $31,160 for five years.
Last weekend, I volunteered at the Duke Coalition for Preserving Memory’s annual Name Reading ceremony to commemorate the victims of the seven United Nations recognized genocides.
It seems like the cherry blossoms are in bloom for good this time. For the past month, we have been getting glimpses at what spring looks like at Duke. In the past two weeks, we have seen spring in full bloom and there is no going back.
As Duke students begin rallying for LWOC, LDOC, and finals season, Blue Devil Days floods campus with starry-eyed prospective first years who eagerly explore campus and exchange Snapchat handles as a currency of new friendships.
One night during my first year, I called my mother in the middle of a breakdown. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I told her that a new mental illness was destroying my life, and that I felt utterly helpless to stop it. “I know how to be anxious, Mom. But I don’t know how to be depressed.”
Last week marked a historic victory for the Duke Graduate Students Union, SEIU Workers United Southern Region Local 27.
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