Office DJ: Smooching in a Cook Out parking lot
It's a soggy August evening in a year that isn't 2020. The cicadas are shrieking; your significant other's car engine is softly rumbling.
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It's a soggy August evening in a year that isn't 2020. The cicadas are shrieking; your significant other's car engine is softly rumbling.
One day each year, the Durham County Detention Facility – a beige-gray structure that looms over DPAC on S. Mangum Street – is flooded with music and chanting, smiles and hugs.
As the pandemic crept across the globe and stay-at-home orders loomed on the horizon, professor Sharon P. Holland spent one of her last days at UNC standing on the Roy Williams Court, $5,000 richer than she’d been the week before.
Babes Who Blade was a Facebook group that comprised over 7,000 members, most of them UNC students. To be eligible for membership, one had to be a “babe” – a term the group constructed to denote “anyone who isn’t a cisgender male.” The DTH published an editorial about it two years ago – and every word rang true, right up to the moment of the group’s deletion this past weekend.
In the final months of 1999, Matt McCullough, class of 2000, watched students file into the campus computer labs where he worked. But some of these students weren’t there to use the Macs and PCs, he said. Instead, they were asking whether the approaching new millennium would wreak havoc on their personal devices.
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Three times a week, UNC professor Matt Randal O'Wain makes the 25-minute trek from his Appalachian cabin to a McDonald's parking lot.
As an admin of “Kevin G’s Big L Meme Self-Quarantine (UNC),” a Facebook group that comprises over 16,000 members, senior Jordan Sheely’s responsibilities typically include combing through meme submissions, approving new members and ensuring things don’t get out of hand in the comments.
When spring break came around, UNC’s dance and music organizations had concerts and gigs on the horizon. Members parted ways confident that once they returned, they’d hit the ground running.
Crying in Davis. Two M&M cookies smushed in your hand as you ride the escalator out of Lenoir. Basketball-induced hysteria (or, in this season’s case, weeping and gnashing of teeth). Silent Sam and the aftermath.
“Women aren’t funny.”
UNC has four major Indian dance teams. It's competition season for the groups, so The Daily Tar Heel watched rehearsals and interviewed representatives from each team to capture their specialization, style and personality.
Laughter and quiet conversation fill the meeting room on the second floor of the Campus Y. In the middle of the white tabletop are splashes of color. Hands sift through the rainbow piles of beads.
By 9:25 p.m. each Wednesday, campus is usually quieting down for the night.
If you find yourself walking past Hill Hall on Saturday evening, stop and listen for the rich sound of 150 tenor and bass voices singing the music of John Legend, Josh Groban and Psalm 98.