The Crazies

January 21, 2012

Duke vs. Florida State

Duke + Men’s Basketball = the Crazies. For those of you that follow the college basketball scene, this equation is no surprise to you. After all, they call it March Madness for a reason. Well, here at Duke, the craziness begins early with K-ville.

K-ville is strip of land in the front of Wilson Recreation Center and Card Gym named after the men’s basketball coach Mike Krzyzewski (who is lovingly called Coach K because no one can pronounce his last name). At the beginning of the spring semester, undergraduate students started the ultimate campout. For the next 6 weeks, groups of students are pitching tents and calling this portable structure home. Even with warning from co-workers, I was still a little surprised on how many students participant in this crazy tradition. The kicker for me was the idea that they would sleep outside in the middle of winter for tickets to one basketball game. Granted this game is against Duke’s biggest rival UNC but still, 6 weeks of camping!

The front half of K-ville. 

After experiencing my first Duke Men’s Basketball game in the famous Cameron Indoor Stadium (I see people getting their picture taken by the sign on a regular basis), some of the craziness made sense. The game against Florida State was a nail-bitter till the buzzer sounded to end the game. Duke lost at home (76 to 73) ending the 45-game home winning streak dating to 2009. Coach K, who is known to be pretty calm during games, was up out of his seat a couple of times expressing some intense emotion. With the combination of the intense loyalty shown in K-ville and the decibel level in Cameron, I fear what things will be like in March.

The View Inside

January 3, 2012

To start the New Year, I decided to rearrange my living space. With limited space and new Christmas items to add, I had to get a little creative.  Sticking with the typical Heather-line-everything-along-the-wall fashion, I sat in my one chair satisfied with the final result. As I sat there, I started to wonder what people could tell about me just by looking at this one wall? What parts of me are represented in the items that line the shelves? So much is being said if you really look at it. I think the same is true with people. The view inside isn’t plainly written across. It a compilation of what is past and what is present; of things received, gathered, and reconstructed resulting in an unmistakably unique creation. 

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