As we enter the final week of the spring semester, another class of seniors is beginning to wistfully reflect on UNC. As pictures of the Old Well, Bell Tower and South Building fill campus social media feed they feed a certain kind of UNC mythology, UNC as an avatar for Public Higher Education.
In the past I have proposed that one of my cats, Ariel, be named to the Board of Governors. An even more pressing issue has stemmed from that article; the other cat who torments me daily, Meta, is jealous of the undue attention paid to Ariel. After much consideration I have reached the conclusion that she should be named Chancellor of UNC.
In the wake of the March for our Lives in Washington, theNorth Carolina General Assembly is considering new school districts that that form around racial lines.
Today is my last day as a co-president of the Campus Y, and as such I’ve decided to write at least one column that fully embraces the conflict of interest my position might represent while I still have it.
Amid the excitement — and terror — of watching college basketball’s most exciting moments over the next month, it is important to keep in mind the NCAA’s perpetual scandal.
Loving UNC is not a passive act. Truly believing in UNC requires actively demanding that UNC fulfill the values of equity, service and integrity espoused here.
One year, one month and one day from today will mark the fiftieth anniversary of the beginning of the UNC Food Worker Strike.
None of this is to say that Gorka cannot come to campus, but it should illustrate the bad faith in which he is being brought.