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(10/12/15 6:35am)
This weekend, we had writers cover three different events specific to man's best friend. For people who have never had a dog, an annual event where people drive in from Washington state to mingle with other dog owners is probably ridiculous — and frankly, I don't think there's any way for someone who's never owned a dog to understand that.
(10/12/15 6:16am)
The full photo gallery from the day's events can be found here.
(10/09/15 6:09am)
You'd probably think a newsroom comprising almost exclusively 18- to 22-year-olds would be up to date on the latest teen lingo. Same as yesterday, you'd be wrong. Our managing editor, who was once described as having been "bit by a mom" and whom I sometimes affectionately call Grandpa, has the pop culture knowledge of a real-life Kimmy Schmidt.
(10/08/15 5:33am)
I learned about someone I truly hold as an inspiration and personal hero as I read today's DTH. You'd probably think it's the UNC professor who was awarded a Nobel Prize in chemistry yesterday morning. You'd be wrong. It's the guy who rappelled down the side of Hinton James this week.
(10/07/15 6:10am)
If you haven't seen a print copy of the paper yet (and if you managed to avoid our promotional Facebook event and cover photos), you might not be aware that today marks this year's first themed edition of The Daily Tar Heel. It's The Religion Issue, and our Special Projects and Investigations Team has had it in the works for weeks now. Sam Sabin, director of investigations and special projects, put a ton of planning into it.
(10/05/15 5:04am)
It's starting. I had to windshield-wipe dead leaves off my car this weekend. Everything vaguely smells of pumpkin and cinnamon. I was getting dressed this morning and somehow ended up in an orange and brown, striped shirt that makes me look like the October version of Steve from "Blue's Clues."
(10/01/15 6:08am)
Like all necessary glues that hold together the fabric of our society (money, automobiles, modern medicine), the art of selfies can prove to be as dangerous as it is ubiquitous. According to Mashable, more people have died due to selfies than shark attacks in 2015.
(09/30/15 6:38am)
Posting quotes in random places can really improve someone's day. For some people, the preferred medium is a Chapel Hill Transit bus. For me, it was the door of my first-year dorm in Craige.
(09/29/15 5:46am)
This time last year, I was one of the people who probably harassed you into holding a sign that shared why you like freedom of speech for Banned Books Week and First Amendment Day. Armed with several dozen doughnuts and free T-shirts, my friend and I asked passersby what the First Amendment meant to them.
(09/23/15 9:45am)
Stop me abruptly, at any point in time, and ask me about my most traumatizing childhood memory. I can promise you unwaveringly that almost every one of them involves splinters — no, not splinters. Having my Irish-Catholic mom remove splinters.
(09/22/15 5:25am)
If you ask me to reminisce on my first semester here on The Daily Tar Heel staff, I think "businesses opening." Renovated facilities. Summer housing options. A guy getting half-naked and harassing the Pit Preacher with a sex toy.
(09/21/15 5:56am)
Middle school is a confusing time for everyone. But there's only one thing more confusing than middle school, and it's the sex ed class I took in middle school. There was literally a day where all we did was perform skits in which pairs of 13-year-olds role-played and tried to convince each other to have or avoid having sex. The takeaways I distinctly remember are:
(09/18/15 7:09am)
This morning, I started coming to terms with the end of UNC-Secure. Instead of one fond anecdote in particular — for there are far too many — I'll share a multitude of my precious memories. An ode to UNC-Secure:
(09/17/15 5:04am)
I used to spend a lot of time at my grandparents' house in the summer. I was young and thought the world was full of magic. I was surrounded by family. My older cousin had just finished trying to drown me in our grandparents' pool. Out of nowhere, my dad came around the side of the house carrying a cardboard box. He gently placed it in front of me and let me look at what it was holding, and all I remember thinking was, "Holy heck, a turtle." I think I might have actually said, "Holy heck, a turtle." And for the next three weeks, I spent every waking moment caring for and bonding with my box turtle, whom I creatively named Boxter. He was my very first pet, and I thought he and I knew everything about each other. Then one day Boxter laid four eggs and everything I knew about him came crashing down in a smoke of lies. I've never trusted a wild animal since, and neither should you. They're not pets — they're liars. I'm just glad UNC's famous Squirrel Girl didn't have her trust shattered by her woodland friend like 5-year-old me did.
(09/15/15 5:07am)
As fall fast approaches and our lord and savior, Starbucks, rolls out its seasonal drinks, it's inevitable that we'll all talk about the Pumpkin Spice Latte. And yo, PSL, I'm really happy for you. Imma let you finish, but Salted Caramel Mocha is one of the best Starbucks drinks of all time. One of the best drinks. Of. All. Time.
(09/14/15 6:32am)
I'm not ashamed to admit I'm a grizzly bear mom. Honestly, I wouldn't hesitate to make a 4-year-old cry if he picked on my son. I'd do just about anything for Ben — which is why, when he was a puppy, I was really torn about teaching him to swim.
(09/11/15 3:07pm)
Note: This morning, we had a technical problem on our end and only a portion of the newsletter was sent out. We apologize for the inconvenience. Luckily, some people who are much smarter than I am identified the problem, and we're back in business. I hope you enjoy and have a great weekend!
(09/10/15 6:16am)
At the end of every spring semester, The Daily Tar Heel hosts a staffwide banquet to celebrate a job well done. For various and sundry reasons that I've purposely left very ambiguous, I misplaced my glasses at last year's banquet. And for the two weeks following that, I accidentally ran into more ex-boyfriends and ex-group project partners than I had in the entire rest of my life combined — not being able to see more than 12 feet in front of you has a way of doing that.
(09/04/15 6:29am)
Sticking with this week's theme of dragging freshmen who don't stay in their lane, I want to open with a story from high school today. The year was 2012. The world was set to end in two months. We still recognized the name Rick Santorum. And most importantly, some stupid 14-year-old was trying to have "The Handmaid's Tale" banned from my high school's reading list because it "denigraded Christianity (sic)."
(09/03/15 6:24am)
Over my 15 years of school, I've been bullied, I've failed assignments and I've had breakdowns in public places. But there's not a single thing I abhor more than literally every group project I've ever been a part of — from paper mache-ing a piñata in second grade to working at an adult-ish summer internship in college. On one occasion, my then-group had a 10-minute altercation over which preposition was more appropriate for a sentence in a blog we were writing. You know what was the most satisfying feeling in the world? Winning the argument — but also unfollowing them on Twitter the day our internship ended.