If it wasn’t for the women—their voices, their courage, their strength, their wisdom, their ingenuity, their expertise, their love, their care and concern—where would we be?
Graduation is a momentous occasion, maybe most of all for the families and loved ones who have invested so much in their students. They deserve an invite, just as they have received at peer institutions.
As I continued to expand my political understanding and envision a more just world, I found what I had taken for granted all along: the arts.
If the “work hard, play hard” Duke is ending then what will take its place? In its place will be the independent’s conception of Duke, a school where students work hard, pause for online moral preening and then work harder.
What we need to realize, collectively, is that nobody who is genuinely interested in your perspective is going to challenge you to a debate. If they wanted to understand you, they’d ask you to explain your beliefs—they would have a discussion.
Remember that your world at Duke is full of very deep thinkers besides yourself, and consider often the benefit of entering into others’ ways of knowing.
Women deserve to be seen for the strong, beautiful, magical beings that we are. Our bodies deserve to be treated as holy, hallowed and revered dwellings, not just when men find them “attractive” for their own use, but in our autonomy and individual existence.
We are almost through this bizarre year. Almost. We must put our individual needs aside and value the good of the entire Duke community during the final weeks of this semester.
We can’t let the voters who just saved America once again become silenced by these racist pieces of legislation.
Honestly, we’re just sick of listing campus resources when students express concerns about their mental health.
When I go out somewhere with a group of gays, I know people might laugh at us or give a side-eye. To be fair, we probably look a little bit ridiculous or over-dressed. But at least now, I’m not alone in my experience. We’re in on the joke together.
There will always be more than eleven options at the Brodhead Center, so long as you use your imagination.
If we want to establish a precedent for unity in politics and American life, we must first establish this precedent at Duke.
Developing some ethical code, and a willingness to engage with the context of a moral dilemma, are the best way to resolve contradictions when we face them.
The newness and change of healing come with costs.
“Playing basketball is, like, really hard,” said player Michael Savarino. “It’s like...sheesh! Y’know?”
Even though I do not feel twenty-two, or quite how I expected twenty-two year olds to feel, I think I have a better idea of what being an adult will be like.
The church is not fighting to upend and end poverty. It is fighting to silence and placate those in the midst of suffering and need.
We, the Young Professionals, cultivate resumes, not characters. We sacrifice nutrition and seek out networks. We spend our four years mastering whatever roles it takes to get through each week. The starving student who is hungry for degrees, not dinner. The daydreamer who thrives off power naps and ambition rather than a proper sleep schedule. The anti-social socialite who overcommits to clubs and events, yet always feels alone.
Despite their best intentions, the frat bros have set the stage for their eventual demise.
