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I went camping this weekend with a group of friends and we spent somewhere around seven hours either on public transportation or waiting for public transportation.
Well, here it is. The last hurrah. The grand finale. The end of the line. The final goodbye.
Sometimes bad things happen to good people.
I don’t know anything about Melbourne — honestly, I’ve never had a burning desire to go to Melbourne. That is until yesterday, when I decided it was worth a $200 plane ticket and four days of my time.
With a duffle bag containing every UNC clothing item I own, I filed into a rented 12-passenger van headed to Phoenix. Only 10 of us occupied the vehicle’s compartment, which made the 32-hour drive slightly more spacious.
I went into Carmichael Arena on Saturday knowing only three 2 Chainz songs, but I left with infinite knowledge.
At one point, I had a dismal 50 percent success rate when it came to actually catching a flight.
It’s morphin’ time — the Power Rangers reboot quickly morphs into a predictable but enjoyable family adventure.
I consider myself to be the biggest Waterparks fan at UNC, if not the Triangle.
Happy midterm season. I wish I could commiserate but I’m only in my second week of classes. My semester hasn’t even reached the point where I feel guilty for procrastinating.
After going to almost 40 different Carolina Fever events, spending over 100 hours cheering on UNC athletics and waiting since Feb. 17, 2016 for this rematch, the time had finally come.
When you attend UNC, you’re aware of the incredible history.
I first met you when I was 15 and you were 16. You were this up-and-coming singer from New Zealand, but I had no idea who you were.
When I saw my program was in Brisbane, I’ll admit I was a little worried.
Like any good senior, I tried to get Duke tickets yesterday.
Let me just start off by telling you that this movie was the first time I’ve ever turned my eyes away from a screen that had Nick Jonas on it.
My poor, unsuspecting roommates. So young, so innocent. They had no idea what was coming — it was probably better that way.
Picture this: A strong, athletic man drives his motocross bike off a steep ramp, soaring though the night sky, eclipsing a barn house below him.
If the world needs to know anything about me it’s that I love A Series of Unfortunate Events.I’ve read the series six times and watched the movie at least twice as many times since second grade.
Before I left home for my first semester of college, I read a book entitled “The Art of Mingling.” It’s exactly what you think; a book on how to function in society like a proper human adult.