Column: On the power of giving a crap
Since August, I’ve had to lie to myself every day. “My work is very, very important,” I’d tell my reflection as I brushed my teeth in the mornings.
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Since August, I’ve had to lie to myself every day. “My work is very, very important,” I’d tell my reflection as I brushed my teeth in the mornings.
Chapel Hill can be a lonely place in the summer. I know this. I’ve spent 21 of them here. As a college student longing for the hustle and bustle of campus and nostalgic for his high school friends who return home in decreasing numbers with each passing summer, it would be easy to despair during these long, hot, quiet months.
What do you wish you’d known about college before you got to UNC?
It’s been a tough week for me. No, I don’t want your pity — really. It’s fine. Hear me out.
I have the best job at The Daily Tar Heel. We, the opinion desk’s columnists, writers and editors have more or less a carte blanche to do as we like with the back page — and the most comfortable couch in the newsroom. It’s awesome. Consider it a credit to my restraint that the cartoon isn’t just a cat picture every day.
I never felt like more than a particularly knowledgeable tourist during the four months I spent in Paris last spring as an exchange student. But to read Wednesday morning that the attacks in Paris took place mere blocks from my apartment in the Marais was jarring nonetheless.
I never told anybody, but I secretly loved finals week my first year at UNC.
S ex, drugs and rock ’n’ roll are popular, but not just because they’re fun. Each carries valuable social capital. That’s why stoners can’t stop talking about weed, why your roommate can’t stop talking about his band and why you can’t wait to tell your bros in faux-sheepish tones where you were last night.
What will your vote do? I’m not sure I could give you a good answer.
T he position of opinion editor is a high and noble office. It comes with many weighty responsibilities, but none more important and glamorous than that of Kvetching board moderator.
Sometimes my friends ask me what an opinion editor does. I never have a good answer.
Opinions are like P2P horror stories, the saying goes. Everyone has one.
T rigger warning skeptics tend to turn into wizened old-timers when justifying themselves: It’s a rough world out there. Life is hard. Deal with it.
When you add a Romar Morris to an A.J. Blue, does the sum equal a Giovani Bernard?
TO THE EDITOR:
The late Mitch Hedberg once said that alcoholism is the only disease you can get yelled at for having. But all types of mental illness provoke prejudice, anger and denial of what it means to suffer from something that is so often conflated with antisocial behavior.
I am an Eagle Scout, but I wasn’t always sure if I was supposed to be one. As soon as I was old enough to think critically about what I did with my Thursday evenings, I began to question whether I wanted to represent an organization that has very clear and rigid ideas about what it means to be a boy and, by extension, a man.
The No. 1 Tar Heels enjoyed a 4-0 win that from the outset might have appeared to be a Senior Day victory lap. But UNC’s players wanted to do more than hit cruise control and move on.
After missing the first 10 games of her junior season to give birth to her daughter, Waltiea Rolle understandably wasn’t playing like a professional prospect.
NEWARK, Del. — In contrast to the piercingly loud arena they had just left, the silence of the usually animated Sylvia Hatchell and her North Carolina players was striking.