Duke students like to have fun. Whether tenting for the big game or going hard at Shooters, we escape the stress of a demanding course load with a work hard, play hard mentality.
I spent most of Saturday sitting inside my bedroom closet unable to move. For most of the week I had been trying to run away from my life and had ended up in my closet looking for my back-up plan—pills I had saved when I was sick over summer—to finally end my life.
LDOC is supposed to be the best day of the year.
It was the last week of school when I briefly considered flinging my body over the balcony of my third floor apartment.
Ever since day one I’ve wanted this to be public—I’ve never been good at keeping secrets.
“Oooh my God, how amaaaaazing was abroad?!” “Was it just sooo amazing?!” “Ah I bet you had such adventures!” “I’m soooo jealous!” “Oh my God, was it life-changing!?”
This column is not about my rape. It’s about the people who say they’re on my side.
Hey. You. Want to know who I am? Behold, the one … the only … 2011’s first Sexual Misconduct Guinea Pig! Yeah, that’s right. It’s me!
I am gay. I am in the military. I go to an elite university. These are not contradictory things.
