While most students probably apply to the program motivated by the ideal of doing good for others, learning from the local community, and engaging with the culture, often, the program does not offer that possibility because it frames the students as privileged outsiders.
That’s right, we are going through a spinal health crisis, and I think it has something to do with the oversized, Santa-approved sacks we haul around (better known as backpacks).
With each use, the brain slowly rewires in such a way that one experience of physiological effects decreases for the same amount of time spent on the social platform.
At present, DSG is a tin-pot democracy. Its grand delusions of popular representation butt heads with the reality of its inadequacy.
While this decision strides toward righting a historic inequity between student-athletes and the NCAA, it leaves in place structural inequities that permeate college sports writ large.
Often minimized, if not lost, in this conversation is the moral argument for educational justice—incarcerated people are, like the rest of us, entitled to free public education.
If there is anything that all Duke students can collectively get behind, it’s that Duke Parking & Transportation is the worst.
It seems to me that students should have a seat at the table rather than merely being solicited for input by a body in which they have no part.
To fight this mentality, we have to develop the understanding that even if we are not the star player, we are still on the team, and to preserve the integrity of the team, we should strive to contribute the most.
In the end, a willingness to pay the prescribed penalty does not excuse outrageous violations of rule and law.
To all the other Indian-Americans in the room, I ask only one thing: own that hyphen. Don’t let the American Desi be written off as “confused.”
Try instead: *Silence*
If my form fails, Gillespie never interjects. But I suspect that’s because every time I spill something, he gets to pop it in his mouth.
For Duke students today who struggle against what Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. called the three evils of society—racism, poverty, and militarism—the anti-war movement at Duke in the late 1960s and early 1970s is proof that fellow Duke students dared to imagine a different society.
I held onto some hope that I would be planted somewhere quiet, like in a patch behind Keohane. Instead, I was unloaded onto dirt in Krzyzewskiville.
Duke should minimize its interference in the freedom of its students and employees to make choices related to their personal health.
Those not specialized in a specific field would be hard-pressed to find any opportunity for which our service in another country–or even in another community–is efficient, useful, and sustainable. An eight-week exploration of Thailand or India or Ghana may satiate our desire to travel to a foreign nation, but it does little more than that.
After all, Duke also breeds Blue Devils.
When entire subcultures of Duke are built around a shared interest in acquiring specific skills and becoming employed, the humanistic aspect of an education seems to be lost and instead become a collective group of hammers looking for a nail.
Duke Conversations should go beyond faculty to include staff members as the guests of honor.
