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Every time I go home, I get crap for having attended UNC for almost seven semesters without figuring out the lottery system to even try to attend a basketball game — partly out of disinterest, mostly out of the notion that it wasn't worth the cost and effort. Today, I learned that everything is in fact a lie because I pay about $250 a year for athletics I've never watched IRL.
Despite having a $25 debit card charge I have no recollection of making, waking up at 3 o'clock yesterday and being legally and scientifically dead until 8 p.m., I'm really happy with how Halloween 2016 turned out.
Among the many big decisions you'll be facing on Nov. 8, Orange County is asking you to vote on two bond referendums. One is proposing $120 million for local schools, as locals cite overcrowding, aging facilities and underfunding for repairs and renovations.
On Tuesday, state Sen. Fletcher Hartsell, R.-Cabarrus, was indicted following an investigation into his use of campaign money for "private purposes."
Over the last five days, I've been at the forefront of a "Harambe" renaissance in The Daily Tar Heel office. My work computer's background is a "Wheel of Fortune" board that partially spells out a Harambe meme. I petitioned to have the front-page quote on Tuesday be Nicki Minaj's freestyle name-checking everyone's favorite slain gorilla.
This year's seniors are, arguably and substantiated-ly, the glorious bookend of an era of unrivaled greatness. We round out the "Next Greatest Generation," per a questionable TIME.com article. We're some of the last to first-hand remember the tragedies that shaped modern American culture, the struggle of not being able to use a landline and the internet at the same time, and "In The Zone"-era Britney Spears.
In a culture of college and social media and whimsicality, we don't always talk about the tough stuff. Including what can happen when that culture goes a little too far.
I'm gonna be real here: I am a tasteless, unapologetic hater of all things artistic.
Aside from my friends, co-workers, professors who've convinced me not to drop out and move to New Orleans, etc., the most influential people in my life at Carolina have by far been the baristas. I had a torrid love affair with them in the newsletter last year, and I have plans with some of my faves (hey, Vivian) to be in my graduation photos come May.
In an interview with the DTH, Chancellor Carol Folt highlighted everything she's proud of this year, and with the semester coming to an end, I have to do the same:
When I was in the first grade in Delaware, my teacher used to have show-and-tell style snack time for the class, and we'd all have to eat whatever the people brought in when it was their turn.
After this past Spring Break, I can say with certainty that one of life's most necessary experiences is hanging out in a Waffle House for two hours because New Orleans' buses aren't running and you don't have storage space for Lyft on your phone.
I'm going to preface this by saying I don't think I've ever vandalized something, legally speaking. At least not to the same extent as whomever wrote "Trump" in yellow paint across a mural downtown this week.