Between the newspaper and classes, I have many responsibilities this summer. My days start early, end late and are filled with meetings, reading and other sundry activities.
I’ve always disliked Anglophiles—you know, those individuals among us who display a tendency to admire and emulate the British that is far out of proportion to their actual worth? You...
The morning was still dark; the sky seemed to be descending. The lights were still burning redly and the Chapel stood out menacingly against the heavy sky.
I love rules. When I first took on the job of editor, one of my goals was to reinstill the rules in the staff.
The way a person unwraps a present can say a lot about him or her. I realized that this past weekend as I handled ameticulously wrapped box placed in my lap.
In a few days, I’m going to start packing up. Into sturdy suitcases with wheels will go the clothes that have kept me relatively dry in the winter and decently unexposed in the summer.
Not to put too morbid a spin on things, but the more I think about it, the more I get the feeling that come the fifteenth, I’m going to be losing a treasured friend, someone who...
This past March, President Brodhead declared to the student body: “You’ve changed at Duke, you’ve grown here. That blossoming and deepening is the fruit of your education.
Six years ago last Wednesday my friends and I sat in a Littleton, Colo., Taco Bell eating Chalupas. Sometime between Chalupa tres and Chalupa cuatro, a woman burst into the restaurant.
Every generation needs a legacy. A verse to contribute to human history.
One of the most pervasive clichés regarding this institution is the “work hard, play hard” stereotype.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
The synchronized arrival of Richard Brodhead, a host of Ivy League ex-pats and several new buildings heralded a New Era for Duke.
“The transition from one order of life to another is not always accomplished by degrees, like sand running through an hour-glass, grain by grain.
It seems as if this year’s musical choice for the last day of classes is not the only thing lacking in regards to the upcoming celebration to the end of this semester.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season...
[Lights up. The two gentlemen are seated in a booth.].
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