There’s this unspoken hierarchy at schools like Duke. Some paths are easier to explain to your parents, your peers, to strangers at a dinner table. Certain majors command respect the moment you name them and seem to carry more weight. Others require a follow-up explanation, a second sentence, a little smile to suggest you’re self-aware.
So, if you’re reading this and thinking, “I feel fine, I don’t need therapy,” I’d encourage you to reconsider. Therapy isn’t just for when you’re at rock bottom, it’s for making sure you don’t get there again. It’s for understanding yourself, growing and being proactive about your mental health. You don’t need a crisis to deserve support. You don’t need to justify taking care of yourself.
It was a moment that could have marked a turning point for Venezuela, a victory for democracy after decades of corruption. Instead, we watched in disbelief as Maduro shamelessly declared himself the winner, manipulating the results and disregarding the people's will.
Extending the number of STINF days, coupled with procedural improvements and enhanced faculty training, recognizes the reality of student life, respects the complexity of health issues and reaffirms Duke’s dedication to the holistic well-being of its students.
My choice to prioritize home is a reminder that sometimes, the greatest joy comes not from being part of the crowd but from embracing the paths that lead us back to where we belong.
We often need to feel the heat of the fire firsthand before we truly understand why we were warned against it.
As Halloween approaches each year, I find myself yearning for the expansive celebrations of my childhood. Not just for the costumes and the festivities, but for the sense of community, the shared experiences and the collective effervescence that the holiday symbolizes.
My measure of self-worth was always my talent; at that moment, I felt like summer had ripped it away from me.
My decision wasn't just about choosing to stay; it was about investing in the sense of home that Duke had become.
