Hello, new Tar Heel. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Here comes another seasoned upperclassmen trying to give me sage advice about 'remember the good times' and 'make the most of it.'"
Well, guess what? You're right. Clearly, you're very smart; that's why you're here.
And while I am here to talk about how important being mindful of your Carolina experience is, I'm not here to be sappy about it. In fact, let's get brash, shall we?
In truth, I don't remember a whole lot of my first year at UNC. I can recount two or three big moments, but the only thing left to fill the in-betweens is a generally positive feeling. It's a warm, hazy remembrance, bereft of specificity, but full of chuckles to myself about nothing in particular.
For example, I can tell you about how I got a police escort to UNC Hospitals on Halloweekend because my friend had imbibed a bit too freely. I can tell you that it was a lovely experience chatting with the friendly officer who let me ride in the front seat of her cruiser so I could lie by my friend until we lumbered home in the fog at 7 a.m., hours before campus would wake to their own horror or fantasy stories of the night before.