DTH at a Glance: Suns and statues
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For new subscribers, welcome to DTH at a Glance, the DTH's daily email newsletter. We'll bring you updates on campus and beyond Mondays through Friday.
For new subscribers, welcome to DTH at a Glance, the DTH's daily email newsletter. We'll bring you updates on campus and beyond Mondays through Friday.
Readers, it's time for a confession: I'm a Tar Heel now, but I was a Pirate as a child. Growing up near ECU, where my parents met and matriculated, I went to a lot of football games. I think I owned three separate cheerleader outfits throughout elementary school (I also went through a lot of growth spurts). My enthusiasm for the game hasn't survived in college, but after ACC Kickoff it looks like I might need to revive it.
Happy July, everyone!
Hey y'all, it's not Danny! Our esteemed online manager — along with the rest of our managing editors and 21-year-olds on staff, at varying levels of esteem — were too busy teeing off at bar golf last night to do their jobs (that's a lie, they stayed here until 10 p.m.).
Danny already used this Shangela quote earlier in the week, but it's more appropriate for me: Halleloo, I'm back!
It's finally over, everybody. We're done.
I like to think that I have two defining weaknesses: I'm really inflexible and I try way too hard to be funny. Yesterday I went to campus health and I nearly got myself registered as allergic to all cold medicines while I was attempting to bond with the nurse practitioner. She could have fake-diagnosed me with mono and I honestly would not have blamed her. Instead she just real-diagnosed me with strep and sent me on my way because some people are actually capable of being professional, I guess.
I know we've been back in school for two days, but welcome back, Tar Heels! I feel like I can continue saying that because I am still dealing with the post-break sensation of being dropped very suddenly in pre-final hell. Everybody is busy and stressed out and multitasking — I just took a break from writing a four-page paper to perform as Hannah Montana for my friend's final video project and now I'm taking a break from both of those things to write this newsletter.
College football is very important to my family. I attended my first East Carolina ballgame when I was about a month old and kept going until I moved to Chapel Hill (much to the chagrin of my parents, who bleed purple and gold). I grew up on tailgates and losing my voice in the stands, and then on reading books in the stands for my angsty anti-football teenage years.
Y'all, I'm ready for Thanksgiving. I've been home precisely once since school started. I'm tired and I look tired (a fact which has been confirmed for me by at least three of my writers). But mostly, I miss my mom's pie.
Tupac and Biggie. Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez. France and England. Mariah Carey and Jennifer Lopez. UNC and dook. Our society is built on rivalries — whether it's over a petty subtweet or a literal war, conflict between two parties keeps our attention 24/7. And now another iconic rivalry has entered the fray: Top of Lenoir versus Rams Head.
I'm not trying to brag here, but I was pretty smart as a kid. To make sure the rest of this intro doesn't come off too douchey, don't worry — I peaked early. At the tender age of 8 I had just reached the right mix of "behavioral problem" and "gifted student" to convince my teachers to let me skip the fourth grade. All I had to do was go into my elementary school counselor's office and take some tests to make sure the whole thing wasn't a fluke.
Here's a fun fact that I forget a lot: I played soccer in high school. For two whole years. On the rare occasion I made it on the field, I was a winger; normally I rode the bench. I was really good at this — I talked my teammates through injuries, bad ref calls and the regular heartaches of high school.
Happy Thursday, everybody. If you've made it this far in the week, I'm proud of you. I'm surviving by the skin of my teeth and also the five episodes of "The Office" I watched today from my bed while eating Wendy's, also in my bed.
If you've ever met me in person, you've probably seen my dog Solo. You might not have seen him in-person, since he tragically lives two hours away from campus with my parents, but I keep a photo album of him on my phone that has 200 images and counting. He recently celebrated his first birthday with peanut butter, ice cream and a candle. It was cute as hell.
President Barack Obama visited our campus yesterday. You probably knew that, your family members probably knew that, your dog maybe knew that and all of our sunburned reporters who camped out to cover the event definitely knew that.
As a suburban white girl, I was raised on supermarkets. The highlights of my early childhood include being allowed to push the shopping cart through the aisles of my local Sam's Club (they also include cutting my hair at my great-grandmother's house while "Tarzan" played and hiding from other preschoolers in a play kitchen, but those are both stories for another day).
Happy almost-Halloween, guys! I feel like I can finally properly anticipate, so I'm about a month behind everyone else (except for my roommate, who has had spooky wall stickers up in our dorm room since the BEGINNING OF SEPTEMBER). I'm late to the game for a number of reasons — my midterms aren't done yet, I really and truly despise being scared and my procrastination levels re: finding a costume are beginning to rival the herculean effort I put into not doing my astronomy labs before they're due.
I have a tendency to get really into things that I don't necessarily believe in. In kindergarten it was the tooth fairy, in ninth grade it was Paramore and today it's astrology.