TO THE EDITOR:
It was heartening to see UNC kids rushing the floor of the Smith Center on Monday, to see that enthusiasm and joie de vivre are still possible in a dark world.
I was struck by how nerdy the students headed from the Smith Center to Franklin were, chatting and teasing about their schoolwork instead of Meeks’ blocked shot.
“Nine thirty accounting class,” a guy called out ahead to a long-haired, attractive, brunette co-ed as we approached the midway point of the trek, at the undergrad library.
“I don’t know if I’ll try and go tomorrow,” another said later during the trek of her early-morning classes.