Welcome home! Welcome home!” I have never had such a homecoming greeting as I received when I arrived in Israel one week after graduating from Duke last May.
When you want books, you go to the library. When you want art, you finger-paint your wall, make a silly putty sculpture, or maybe even pay a visit to the DUMA..
I'm no opera aficionado. Chances are, neither are you.
Seven plays inspired by seven Shakespearean sonnets, written by seven eminent playwrights, directed by seven student directors, and performed by seven-times-two (that's 14) students actors.
Two men slouched over plates of spaghetti, blood splattered in their dining booth. A glass cafZ windowfront cleanly pierced by two bullet holes.
Duke's Medical Center is consistently named one of the best health care facilities in the country. But an art gallery? In the Med Center?.
In its 104 years of existence, the historical white building behind the Marketplace has been used as a gym, a cafeteria, a laundromat and a nightclub.
Any college student can relate to feelings of displacement--leaving home, entering a new environment and eventually calling that new place home.
giyabathanda labafana! Pardon my Zulu. That mouthful means "I love these guys," something I learned on the website for Ladysmith Black Mambazo, the popular all-male South African a capella ensemble.
Next year, students will be able to satiate their 3 a.m. hunger pangs without having to go off campus or wait for a delivery person.
