UNC Dance Marathon leaves my head spinning from the power of a simple act — standing.
A blue chair in the middle of my committee’s small workroom in Fetzer Hall was emblematic of that act.
As a dancer and subcommittee chairwoman on the publicity committee, I spent almost half of the 24-hour marathon in that room.
No one sat in that chair, not even those who hadn’t signed up as dancers, in that room where no one would see or know if we broke our promise. It was a powerful temptation as we worked on all things publicity related.
But it made my second Dance Marathon all the more meaningful.
My yearlong journey began against a banner-covered wall in 2010, leaning with my feet and back aching, blearily watching the display of outstanding talent from dozens of student groups.
Inspired by the stories of families touched by our work and the sense of unity between the students, I applied to be a committee sub-chairwoman.
I read the job description – it sounded like a wonderful experience and resume-builder (this is UNC, after all) — but I had no idea what I was signing up for.
And so I began in the summer as the editor of Dance Marathon’s monthly newsletter.