Sitting on a Duke blue, pleather couch, wearing a UNC shirt amidst a crowd of strangers, I knew I had entered the belly of the beast — Duke University.
Mustering up the confidence to cross off #63 on UNC’s bucket list, I ventured to Durham wearing my personal favorite Carolina shirt that boasts, “Lehigh beat Duke.” Some might consider this a suicide mission, but I was excited to venture over to the dark side.
I boarded the Robertson Scholars bus at 11:30 a.m. As I sat in my seat, I began to read The Daily Tar Heel while trying to mentally psych myself up for my quest to a foreign land.
As the bus wove through the streets, it was engulfed by large trees and stone structures. Then it happened. The bus came to a halt as we arrived on Duke’s campus.
I stepped off the bus weary as to the reactions I would receive. I began to walk down the slate paths, passing vast numbers of students wearing royal blue attire. I had been transported to Hogwarts and was the outcast — I was a Weasley. Their eyes burned holes in my shirt and made me rethink my decision to be so bold. But then I realized people were also flashing smiles as I passed by, giggling at my bravery.