Some people use these rotations as a chance to signal strong interest in a particular city or area — near a significant other, for instance — but for someone like me who doesn’t feel particularly tied down, I rotated in St. Louis and New York, close to family and friends, respectively.
But while we often trumpet what’s gained with efficiency, we fail to consider what’s lost. Sometimes we have difficulty parsing the tasks requiring efficiency from those that offer opportunity for discovery, enjoyment and whimsy.
There are days when I stroll down the Bryan Center Plaza, see a bunch of people filing up to a table, and figure why not? I’ll get in line because it’s probably something pretty good, like Monuts. Even a clicky pen is passable.
Perhaps it’s sad to be in your mid-20s and have a well-honed strategy for getting your money’s worth out of a chain restaurant, but I choose to think of it as one of my charming qualities.
Over the past two years in medical school, I have attended nearly every Duke basketball home game. I’ve logged every opposing team’s free-throw attempt (248 in total), the distraction used and whether the result was a make or a miss.
Never have I seen Abele Quad in such a state — goalposts in the grass abutting the Social Sciences Building, jury-rigged wires and camera equipment on buildings, a big old TV set in the middle of the West Campus bus stop.
There’s a jack-of-all-trades aspect to clinical year that’s necessarily uncomfortable — in this environment requiring frequent shifts from specialty to specialty, change is the only constant.
When we got to the ski school, they made us sign a waiver that had “DEATH” in capital letters on it. This seemed like a promising start.
There’s something special about seeing places that are usually hustling and bustling completely devoid of energy, the helter-skelter nature of a teeming thoroughfare transformed into silence and quiet.
Duke is a constant. But just like the students who grace its paths for a few short years before moving on, administrators also make a graceful—or occasionally ungraceful—exit when their time is done.
The string lights brighten up the dark BC plaza.
SAE may have to leave their section due to their suspension.
Have you tried riding one of the new electric scooters that popped up on Duke's campus this year? Managing Editor Nathan Luzum tried one out for the first time and brought us along for the ride. This is part one of a two-part series by The Chronicle about the electric scooters. Part two compares the speed of the two types of scooters on campus. Hosted by Nathan Luzum Videography by Tessa Delgo and Jackson Muraika Edited by Bre Bradham
The placard next to the painting. "Untitled 1" was not actually painted at the Mural Durham Festival.
