To come to Duke as a first-generation student is to come to a foreign country not knowing the language or customs and to struggle daily to understand.
In simple terms, DEI in the college process essentially attaches a certain “value” to our race, which backtracks the progress made by civil rights activists decades ago.
By letting go of monitoring the telltale signs of my peers’ political beliefs, I came to appreciate the input of every member. We had all come to class prepared, asked tough questions and treated each other with dignity.
We no longer find fault in a general crudity towards the words we speak and discount the value of politeness.
There’s a jack-of-all-trades aspect to clinical year that’s necessarily uncomfortable — in this environment requiring frequent shifts from specialty to specialty, change is the only constant.
If Duke, and our peer institutions, decided that the main basis for undergraduate admissions was students’ ability to play ping pong, suddenly every ambitious high schooler in the country would be practicing their serve.
Selling simple products like sweatshirts for heinous prices not only signals to low-income to middle-income students that we don’t belong but also enforces the isolated social climates we experience.
All of us — Duke students, faculty, staff, alumni and administrators — need to make changes for first-generation and low-income students to feel welcome on campus.
DACA gives recipients the opportunity to pursue a better life, allowing them to prosper and thrive in the country they call home. Dreamers deserve to be protected.
My decision wasn't just about choosing to stay; it was about investing in the sense of home that Duke had become.
It’s possible to not be passionate about your job and find passion in other endeavors. You’re probably going to enjoy your life a lot less, though.
The New York Times casts us into the roles of pugilistic adversaries within the theater of a class-based struggle.
Despite its current state of disrepair, Duke can leverage the prime location of Central Campus to create one, coherent, walkable campus that serves as a gateway between Duke and Durham.
As we ease into the rhythm of the new academic year, I find myself, once again, in the company of my old friend, social anxiety.
So, in the next few months, I'm not going to demand from myself that I join 12 labs and save the world, but instead, fall down, get back up and try again.
Fearing for your own life or the life of a loved one is possibly one of the most terrifying feelings you will never want to experience.
Imagine a world where all those students really were in touch with their creativity, and were able to solve problems effectively — those students would own the future.
We must keep events like Burning Man in check and accountable for their impact, encouraging them to strive for better.
President Price seems to have forgotten that most students at Duke do not speak broke. Therefore, I, Monday Monday, champion of the vernacular of the common (top 1%) man, have taken it upon myself to translate the announcement into more accessible language.
On a day of remembrance such as Sept. 11, I hope you will be remembered for a legacy of advocacy.
