I want to share my semester in New York in a way that captures what it means to live in a different place.
There comes a time in every career where you realize you have ended up in the occupation that fits you the least.
I spent the summer participating in the DukeEngage Seattle program, but now beginning a different internship in New York, it feels natural to keep plowing ahead, compartmentalizing my summer in Seattle as just that — another summer experience.
My application to be the Class of 2015 commencement speaker was overlooked.
When I was in tenth grade I wrote a great poem about autumn leaves.
I recently said goodbye to my pre-major advisor and hello to my new major.
They tell us college is about exploring. They say, take classes outside your comfort zone and see what lights a spark.
I’ve written enough columns to realize what a narcissistic venture I’ve gotten myself into.
President Brodhead and I have had our disagreements—all of which are in my head, since he has no idea I exist—but the most relevant of our imaginary feuds was his claim on my admissions letter...
Some Duke students claim they only leave campus to go to Shooters and Chipotle.
