October 31, 2019

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T H E I N D E P E N D E N T D A I LY AT D U K E U N I V E R S I T Y

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2019 DUKECHRONICLE.COM

Is CompSci overcrowded? Profs, students share mixed feelings

Piano Man

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH YEAR, ISSUE 22

By John Markis Senior News Reporter

In Fall 2009, 40 students enrolled in Computer Science 201. The class has more than 430 students this semester, according to Owen Astrachan, professor of the practice of computer science, who teaches the course. The lecture is held in Griffith Family Theater, which has a capacity of 500. Astrachan said that this surge is manageable and good for the department. “If our classes weren’t successful, we wouldn’t continue to grow,” he said. Despite these positive outcomes, both professors and students have expressed concern that the expansion of computer science—the most popular major at Duke— may cause issues in the future, from a reduction of individualized attention to difficulty for students to find friends and feel confident in class.

Too many students, not enough classes

The most pressing matter for the department in the coming years is a lack of classes, Astrachan said. Computer science majors do not have much leeway in terms of elective options and must take specific courses for the degree, so the number of students in these courses has greatly increased. Bruce Donald, James B. Duke professor of computer science, teaches CS 230: Discrete Math for Computer Science, a required course for the major. He has marveled at the department’s expansion over his tenure, as his CS 230 class originally had only nine students per semester, then grew to 50 and now “regularly” has more than 100. “This made it much more difficult to get to know all of the students, although I still do try,” Donald said. Accordingly, he has changed his teaching methods to reflect this shift by using larger interfaces, he said, so that everyone can follow See COMPSCI on Page 4

Maria Morrison | Contributing Photographer

82-year-old pianist delights Duke Cancer Center By Maria Morrison Health and Science News Editor

Kaylee Rodriguez Contributing Reporter

Walking through the door of the Duke Cancer Center, visitors are greeted by a reception desk and a graceful crescendo of eighth notes swelling from the Steinway piano one floor below. Mircea Stefan Stanescu sits at the sleek black piano bench, original compositions and improvisations flowing with incredible dexterity from his 82-year-old fingers. When the piece comes to an end, he waves to the crowd of people peering down on him from the balcony. Stanescu, who spent his childhood in Romania, began playing when he was 7 at his mother’s strict request. His love for music grew and transformed throughout

as a nuisance that kept him from playing outside with his friends, who also played music. Together, they joined an orchestra and competed throughout Romania. For Stanescu, music evolved from a chore to a passion, something that he is grateful for to this day. In 1963, he met a neighbor whom he would one day marry, as she was studying to be an engineer. They had their first daughter shortly after. Although Stanescu loved his hometown, he felt that his liberty and lifestyle were too restricted. After he was asked to pledge his support to the Communist Party, Stanescu said that he and his wife decided it was best to seek new opportunities in the United States. The Stanescu family landed at John F. Kennedy airport in New York City in 1970. See PIANO on Page 3

OPINION

Students aren’t getting proper care from Student Health By Rose Wong Guest Columnist

Matthew Wang | Contributing Photographer A packed computer science lecture.

the years, and he began performing at the Duke Cancer Center more than three years ago after his wife passed away. Although he is scheduled to play only Mondays, Stanescu serenades his listeners multiple times per week, bringing music and hope. Stanescu said that when he plays, it’s as if he’s in another world. “I don’t know how to explain it. I feel very happy, and I feel very happy that somebody is listening and likes it,” he said. Stanescu was born in Brasov, a town in the Transylvania region of Romania. He recalled that he had few resources growing up under communist rule, as many movies were considered propaganda, and it was difficult to access good books. However, his mother kept him busy with playing piano. “If I didn’t come when she called me first, when she called me a second time, a sensible part of my back was in danger,” Stanescu said. For three years, he viewed the piano

I had been experiencing extreme left flank pain for three days. The nurse practitioner at Student Health was pressing down on different parts of my belly, intensifying the pain when touching my left side. “Yeah, it looks like it’s gas,” she said. “Are you sure?” I responded, certain that it was something more serious. “Yep, just eat more fruits and vegetables to help you go to the bathroom and I’m going to give you some Gas-X,” she said. “I eat a lot of fruits and vegetables and I feel like I’ve had gas pains before. This feels different. And why would I only have gas pains on my left side?” I said, as my voice rose in frustration and urgency. “Happens,” she responded, dismissively. I felt uncomfortable further challenging a medical professional, so I walked to the

pharmacy to pick up the Gas-X, bending over in excruciating pain. The next morning, I woke up paralyzed in pain. The Gas-X did not work. I called Student Health and explained that my pain was now 10 times worse, asking what I should do. The nurse nonchalantly suggested that I go to the ER, “if you feel like you need to.” My roommate drove me to the ER, where a scan showed that the pain was caused by a massive hemorrhage around my left kidney. I later learned that the bleeding resulted from an 18 x 14 cm cancerous tumor. I look back at Student Health’s grave misdiagnosis with little complaint that they got it wrong. I found out soon after and that’s what matters. What troubles me is how casually the nurse practitioner wrote off my concerns. How she was so certain that it was “just gas pains,” despite my repeated attempts to push back and emphasize that I was experiencing

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a 10 out of 10 on the pain scale. Her extreme carelessness led to something as laughable as cancer diagnosed as gas pains. I would feel less perturbed if this were a one-off event. But since stepping foot on campus, I have heard stories of Student Health misdiagnosing students or somehow making their lives harder. I know individuals who completely swore off Student Health, choosing to go directly to a local urgent care when sick. Take senior Sam Elliott, for example. At the end of his first year, he was sicker than ever— fatigued, winded while walking up the stairs, crackling in his chest while breathing, and coughing up thick green and yellow mucus. At Student Health, the nurse practitioner listened to his breathing through a stethoscope and conducted a lung function test. She then diagnosed Elliott with asthma and sent him on his way with an inhaler. See HEALTH on Page 10 @thedukechronicle | © 2019 The Chronicle


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