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I want more ludicrous successes, more feeling like I’m doing it right, more blissful days away from it all, more nights with my friends laughing over ridiculous wins.
I'm sure the past couple weeks have felt exciting, exhausting, and overwhelming. As you'll discover, those feelings won't be going away any time soon.
It takes time to grow into a life at Duke.
It cannot be overstated that Duke voluntarily co-branding itself with Chick-fil-A undermines its moral standing by silently affirming Chick-fil-A and its very public support of hate groups.
Athletics’ business agreement with Chick-fil-A is in conflict with Duke’s present commitment to continue support for the queer community.
Because it is so easy to alienate others by being overly self-righteous, confrontation can come off as obnoxious and detract from the cause. The goal should be to persuade and enlighten, not assert moral superiority.
If you had asked me one week ago if I was excited about coming back to Duke, I would have told you I still didn’t plan on coming back—I was clinging to fantasies of job acceptances like they were winning lottery tickets.
The memory of my concentration feat now makes me curious about attention spans—how potent mine was as a child, how it’s since frayed, and how I can work on building it back up.
Duke, you need to do more.
In a great university that rightly prizes diversity and that purportedly has its pick over a broad and crowded spectrum of qualified students, shouldn't there be a decent showing at events such as the Bach concert?
The Duke-Alabama game really reopens the tale of two schools that long ago put college football on the map and put Duke athletics on the road to compete at the highest level.
With this rebranding and clarification, we see an opportunity not only to continue our mission of enriching dialogue and holding our campus accountable, but also to expand the breadth of perspectives and issues included within The Chronicle’s pages.
As you’re going through it, each moment feels all-consumingly important, unbearably significant. Some of those moments actually are. But in hindsight, at least to me, they all add up to a beautiful blur of lessons.
White supremacy need not be noisy, and its essence is the quiet default that white America is the ideal, making everyone else “other” who must strive to belong.
The Chronicle has evolved drastically since our initial publication on Dec. 19, 1905, and Monday marks another major milestone in our transition to a digital-first platform.
I’m fairly certain there’s a rule in the RA handbook that they legally cannot arrest you for smoking weed in your room if you’re best friends.
My time in the hospital, then and now, has taught me that all of us hurt. All of us know someone who is hurting.
Without an intellectual sparring partner to oppose them, liberal arguments become weaker. They are less truthful, less meaningful, and less useful in the pursuit of knowledge. Everyone is harmed by these trends.
Showing up with a group of rainbow-clad straight people is not quite a demonstration of support. That’s just a rave.
Listening to the Original Broadway Cast Recording, I’ve found that the same songs I listened to on CD, then on my iPod Nano, appear in an entirely new light just a decade later, although most of the lyrics are unchanged.
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