OPINION | CAMPUS VOICES
A safe haven
By Ben Leonard | May 6, 2020After only writing about other people for years, it’s not super comfortable to write about myself, much less about me crying. Here we go.
After only writing about other people for years, it’s not super comfortable to write about myself, much less about me crying. Here we go.
I hate endings. Whether or not the good times have outweighed the bad, something about the finality of last moments will always make me cry.
When you put up defenses against the discomfort of a broken world, you also cheat yourself out of the opportunity to see its beauty.
Quarantine has forced me to reflect on my Duke experience too much, too soon. That includes reading back on many of my old columns—one of the few constants of my time here.
The next time the Class of 2020 is on campus, we won’t be students anymore.
It’s crushing that we’ll miss those final moments. No Myrtle Beach. No final glances at the Chapel’s towering spires.
As an expert reporter for The Chronicle, I’ve been assigned to hand in my pen, but I’m not ready to do that.
On LDOC my sophomore year, I officially became Volume 115’s editor-in-chief… and I was terrified.
Being poor was part of my identity for most of my life, but it’s not anymore. It is the best, strangest, most isolating thing to have ever happened to me.
As an expert reporter for the Chronicle, I was assigned to write this stupid ass puff piece for my last satirical article as Monday Monday.
Part of our mission at The Chronicle is to bring awareness to issues important to the student body, including efforts to better represent marginalized communities on campus.
Whether you are in person or online, at home or outside, consent remains a basic human right that is necessary for every sexual activity from all parties involved.
Now that our worlds are undergoing seismic shifts, we should reevaluate how we have been living life up to this point. What is working and what is not?
I intend to start with a mimosa precisely at 9:00 a.m. so I have time for a full day of despondent moping before crying myself to sleep looking at photos from previous LDOCs.
I am extremely disappointed to see that Duke is sticking its hand in the CARES jar to fund the shortfall while thousands more small businesses go under because their stimulus money has run dry.
I wouldn’t tell myself a year ago that it would be the hardest year of her life. But I would tell her this: one day, you will wake up and go for a run, and it will feel like a miracle.
The primary issue with this situation is a lack of open discussion about recreational drug use on our campus.
My RA swore I had to follow the dry campus policy, but I could smell the alcohol on their breath through the Oculus’s 5-sense features.
Unlike the majority of this column’s readers, I remember the first Earth Day.
Duke students must live up to the standards placed on us. We must concentrate our collective talent, ingenuity and ambition towards contributing to those in need.