I loved writing, but had zero experience in journalism. It didn’t matter, they said. I was welcome anyways. That was—and is—the beautiful thing about The Chronicle. I didn’t have to be great, I didn’t even have to be good. All I had to do was show up, determined to write, and I would have the opportunity to do so.
So, how did you enjoy Duke? As my college career comes to a close, I have thinking been thinking more and more about how to answer that question.
Every so often, something happens that makes me cringe and question my love for the place I’ve called home these past four years.
I recently became engulfed in a minor existential crisis. It crept up on me slowly enough—January rolled around and I transitioned out of some leadership positions so others could take over.
Last week, One Sexy Week arrived on campus with a keynote address by feminist activist and sex educator Laci Green.
I recently fell in love with two things I have a tendency to keep my distance from—nature and exercise.
Last week, Duke Open Campus Coalition published an open letter to President Brodhead expressing concerns over perceived censorship and a campus climate that threatened academic freedom.
I like to consider myself a connoisseur of exceptional and eclectic playlists. Every so often, I become engrossed in certain genres, spending days and even weeks exploring the depths of Spotify for hidden gems and long-time favorites.
Just a day after Thanksgiving, Americans witnessed yet another mass shooting on our country’s soil, this time at a Planned Parenthood clinic in Colorado Springs.
The past few weeks have seen a wave of student activism across the country, with scandals at University of Missouri, Yale and others making national headlines.
