It's a gift to take a step back with a columnist, to help them look at that puffy, wet wisp of an idea and condense it until it becomes water.
When the clock strikes midnight, the realization that my tenure has come to an end will slowly sink in, and I’ll reflect with certainty on how taking that leap of faith was the best decision I have ever made.
The work of student journalism is never done; it only changes hands again, again, and again. One-hundred-and-eighteen times to be exact.
At twenty, I am confident and lost, and at twenty, my mother got married.
Each of us must find our way of living and loving attentively — our own way of spotting the many pennies of this world.
Thanks to The Chronicle, I got a front-row seat, many times literally, to witness and document all of this and more.
Nowhere else will you so readily be equipped to do so much.
All I really have to say is that I'm thankful for the opportunities I had here.
I hate to break it to everyone, but all y’all Duke students are so exceptional.
AI wrote this column and is now coming to steal your girlfriend. Humans are causing a mass extinction event. The world is burning. Boo. Whatever. No one reads The Chronicle. No one reads the anonymous satirist.
It is not possible to do this by accident. To experience everything takes at least ninety minutes.
In between all the talk about the latest news coming out of Duke athletics, I was able to form lasting friendships, friendships that will continue well after graduation.
"Why not," I said. I never did go to any other department meetings.
I’ve, without a doubt, enjoyed my time writing for the Duke Chronicle. Despite this, after I graduate, I’ll probably never write another music review again.
With our minds quickly switching to the next tab, moving onto the next big trend, our focus shifts horrifically easy.
Because as you will soon realize, to grow up and become who you were meant to be and not merely someone’s child, someone’s friend, someone’s sibling, you have to do life on your own.
Nearing the end of the semester — with graduation approaching for some — I suspect many students experience some mixture of fear and joy at the uncertainty of what lies ahead.
Whether you’re reading this on a Monday night or a Thursday morning, it is absolutely essential that you and I engage in amazing and consensual sex before our planet is consumed by the biblically foretold devastation of climate destruction.
Clearly, we don’t owe a friend the same commitment as a boyfriend, but is a single 30-minute lunch once a week despite all else going on too much to ask?
As Ozempic comes out of shortage, will patients and healthcare professionals be more responsible in rationing prescriptions to those who need them for medical over cosmetic reasons?
