After the sheer exhaustion of completing my final run of midterms and papers, I should have been absolutely ecstatic to return home for Thanksgiving break.
My senior year has not been what I expected. For some reason, I entered the fall semester with grand visions of fun, friends and carefree days of savoring the treasures of Duke and Durham.
Last week I had an anxiety attack. My legs grew weak so I ran into my room, locked the door and collapsed on the ground.
I really, really love airplane mode. I know it’s weird; I know it’s random, but when my phone is on airplane mode it means either one of two things.
Duke in the fall is my favorite time of the year. The temperature has finally cooled down, the leaves are turning and there’s Duke football every Saturday.
As I walked to the Allen Building for my next class, my friend from freshman year recounted her experiences as a tour guide and all of the over-zealous “p-froshes” that bombard her with questions on the one-hour staged representation of Duke, minimalizing its flaws and praising its successes.
I will openly admit that I bawled multiple times during the Pixar movie “Inside Out.” And I don’t just mean a little emotional tear here or there; I’m talking about huge, heaving sobs punctuated by dramatic gasps for air.
Before campus was filled with the new semester mantra of “how was your summer?”, the tranquility of a deserted Duke was disrupted by the laughs of eight to ten year old girls.
