I will never be Miss Congeniality, homecoming queen or the girl with 200 likes on her profile picture. I have accepted that.
I wish I could say I had some sassy, critical anecdote to report. It would be better that way. I wish I were feeling contrary or daring. But right now all I really can do is notice how things grow...
I sometimes write best about what I, individually, think I know… maybe. Ah, perfect.
As my time here is drawing to a close, I am beginning to see just how much Durham has to offer Duke. And this is embarrassing.
“I’m so disappointed. You should have been there. You should have been there when your father died. But you left.”
We stood and I stared at the upturned soil, heaped unnaturally above the ground.
In the early twentieth century, The Times sent a question to famous authors of the day asking this: “What’s wrong with our world today?”
I hope o-week is as much of a happy blur for you as it was for me.
The nagging beep of a wire coming loose somewhere drones on as a new rescue skids through the side door.
"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back to their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together …”
