Indescribable. Unbelieveable. Unforgettable.
Monday, April 3 is a day I will never forget. Between the natty merchandise, the news coverage and the incredible night on Franklin, I’m still not over it, honestly. Watching the team I grew up rooting for win the NATIONAL championship as a student is a feeling I could never describe.
The energy, the passion and the pure love for Carolina blue was invigorating. Watching the clock run out surrounded by people I love and ones who love Carolina just as much as I do made the experience a hundred times more wonderful.
The fireworks, the fire, the chanting, the singing made each loss — even last year’s loss against Villanova — worth it.
The energy leading up to the game, walking among the buzz of excitement, the next day running around grabbing any papers and T-shirts we could get our hands on is something I will never forget.
Although winning the championship is a matter of its own, reminiscing about that night truly makes me stop and appreciate the feeling — which is something I haven’t done for a long time.
College, by most people’s standards, makes up the best four years of one’s life and as of now I know it is true. The late nights in the UL, the afternoons in between class sitting in the Pit and the random performances in the quad are just a few of the many things I will miss about UNC.
While I don’t regret a single moment of my college experience thus far, I wish I would have paid more attention.
I wish I would have stopped and looked at the writing in the stairwells in Craige, talked a little longer to the employees in the dining hall and inhaled the smell of the quad on a sunny afternoon. I wish I would have slowed down and paid more attention.
