Many sheep later
By Janet Wu | December 5, 2008Three and a half years ago, I made a pact with the Universe: Get me into a top university. I want nothing else.
Three and a half years ago, I made a pact with the Universe: Get me into a top university. I want nothing else.
Once upon a time in Durham, there was an innocent Duke student named Janet. She wished upon a star, her troubles melting like lemon drops.
So says Bill Maher, swashbuckling across Megiddo, Israel-prophesized site of apocalypse. Thus concludes a rather sensational five-minute tirade in Larry Charles' post-"Borat" docu-comedy jab at a...
In third grade, outfitted in my father's suit jacket and a paper mustache, I delivered the Gettysburg Address to a classroom of seven-year-olds.
In an effort to address concerns over her controversial environmental record and to "increase [her] experience in foreign relations," Republican Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin recently agreed to sit down...
I study film. By "study," I mean I huddle in a dark room dissecting the nebulous motivations of fictitious people.
The roommate query via text message: an alien vibration but familiar question behind a duct-taped keypad.
It's an understanding and a way of life-an acronym used by South African locals and adopted by visitors. "T.I.A. This is Africa." Six weeks into my DukeEngage individual project on ecological...
Carpe Diem: seize the day-we ordinaries take the idea to go with our latte and reduced-fat blueberry muffin.
Iam the product of a quintessential American immigrant saga.