Aside from all of that though, Homecoming is just one fall weekend where UNC alumni come back to campus with their kids and spouses and remember what it was like to go to school here.
For me, that's the really strange part. We're into that busy time in the semester where papers and projects seem to pile up.
We have about one week before Thanksgiving, and then when we come back, we're not too far from exams. For seniors, decisions about jobs, applications to graduate school and general worries about the future also seem overwhelming the closer we get to the end of the semester.
And of course, for everyone, there are always the personal dramas about love or lack of love, friendships and time commitments that seem more stressful as schoolwork increases.
Even little things like people rinsing out their tuna cans in dorm showers or refusing to stop their cars for pedestrians can get irritating when you're already worried about something else.
In the midst of all of these anxieties large and small, hundreds of people visit our campus nostalgic about the time in their lives when they were in our shoes.
They walk by landmarks, go to the football game and above all else seem genuinely excited to be back at Carolina.
I have no idea what they remember or what their lives were like in college, but they must be remembering something pretty good.
Looking at these happy alums, I have a nagging sense that they found confidence and understanding that I don't yet have.