I wish I was so engrossed, so suffocatingly possessed by something, that if I was requested to conduct a twenty minute presentation on the spot, I could do it.
Before coming to Duke, I had only known one thing about North Carolina—that it was next to South Carolina. Do you want to know what I knew about South Carolina? That it was next to North Carolina! OK, clearly, I didn’t know a lot about Duke.
As Duke students, it’s incumbent on us to seek new ideas. To do that responsibly, first recognize that there’s nothing noble about compromise for its own sake.
I wonder at my worries over subconscious thoughts of Asian American authors as they write sex scenes.
It seems as though Duke is not made for anyone who is even slightly less than able-bodied.
We each need different things. We’re operating within different limits and circumstances. We have different values. Those very differences give rise to the immense diversity that has allowed humans to grow and thrive on an individual and collective level.
As it happens, it all worked out in the end in what I’d like to think is a way that was meant to be—and I’m thankful for the hindsight-aided clarity—but the process disillusioned me, early and thoroughly. This is by no means a hot take, but the college admissions process is deeply flawed.
Even now, I can hear God speaking as a Great Gardener to us: “Give it one more year. I’m not giving up on you."
If educators are unsure about what lines they can’t cross regarding sexual identity and gender expression, then they’ll ultimately decide to not even try crossing over into that territory.
Seriously, will a block on campus change the frats’ treatment of women and minorities? Will SOFC money make them less hostile to poor people?
If the relationship between a university and its students is purely economic, then I’m becoming increasingly unsure of what I or Duke bring to the table. Are we both as valuable as we’re portraying ourselves to be?
March 2020 witnessed the loss not only of loved ones and stability, but also of what would never be...It made us confront mortality at large as well as the fragility of our individual lives. It made us look inward for a strength that could no longer be obtained from the proximity of others. It gave us no other option but to assess our existence thus far in this world and feel the equally painful and inspiring dissonance between who we are and who we want to be.
Tearing down the walls I had built around me and allowing others to enter the private fortress where my innermost thoughts and emotions resided was exhilarating and unnerving in equal measures.
I’ve known about Sven since, well, when I was born, but I’ve never really “known” him.
Time and time again, we bemoaned the difficulty of paying attention, the induction of fatigue and the lack of quality in online instruction. Now that we are finally back to in-person classes, why aren’t people going?
The move of group-living organizations from Central Campus to the Durham community created negative consequences for Durham residents.
A loss is not an end but an opportunity, a means for growth and learning.
By choosing to post thoughts publicly, without the identification of a name or pseudonym, a YikYak user is exercising their right to be anonymous in a public online encounter. But, the subject of discussion–if it is indeed a person or a group of people—has no such privileges, unless the Yak is obscene enough to be moderated.
The progress flowed faster than you can say “Milton Friedman is kinda the GOAT fr.”
Because we are all ashes, alike, we should all be better stewards of ashes, treating each other with great care, gentleness, tenderness, kindness and love.
