DTH Sports at a Glance: To Infinity and Beyond
At the ripe age of three, I was a huge Toy Story fan.
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At the ripe age of three, I was a huge Toy Story fan.
In high school, I played a lot of ping pong.
I once read that the reality show "The Bachelor" heavily encourages its contestants to use the word "journey" when describing their time on the show. Producers fear that using words like "competition" or "process" will take away from the romance and whimsy that producers so desperately try to create.
When I was in elementary school, I thought I'd accomplished a lot athletically.
I don't have anything to back this up, but I'm pretty sure that applying for summer internships is one of the circles of hell. My sophomore year, I applied to over 60 internships and only interviewed with three companies. Last year, I did so many phone interviews that I became an elevator pitch of myself.
Describing my schedule to anyone who is not (or hasn't been) a DTH editor makes me look insane. I'm pretty sure that to my friends outside the paper, it's a little unclear if I'm being held hostage.
Rachel, our editor in chief, and Bailey, our managing editor, are both from Eastern North Carolina. It's woven into the fabric of their beings; they're so proud of their hometowns. I appreciate that about them. Being from Winston-Salem, I usually just tell people that we have Krispy Kreme and Chris Paul went to my high school.
I am an avid reader of the Goop newsletter, a byproduct of Gwyneth Paltrow's lifestyle brand. In it, Goop gives you recipes, style tips and ways to live your best life.
I once heard that 50 percent of first-years come into UNC as a biology major. I don't really have any data to support that, but it certainly feels true. I remember being a first-year and feeling like everyone was taking Biology 101. I was the only person in my first-year suite that wasn't a biology major at the beginning of the year.
I have a wonderful dog named Annie. She's a black lab, and 11 years young. She's perpetually anxious, a little blind and so, so, so, sweet.
I don't understand sports well (read: at all). Going to UNC has given me some knowledge of basketball, but anything else really goes over my head.
I was in band for seven years.
I lived with my friend Leah two years. We were inseparable in high school, and I lived with her family after my first year of college. In our second year of living together, we decided to take the next step.
I had a pretty rough first year of college, and it took me awhile to adjust to my new life here.
This afternoon, DTH editors met back in the office after a week of frantic texting, Slack messages and calling for story ideas and editing. If you had asked me two weeks ago if I wanted a week-long break from being in the office, I would’ve climbed to the closest rooftop and shouted “YES!”
My spring breaks have been largely uneventful. Typically, I go home and vegetate for a week, only leaving my house to make trips to Chick-Fil-A and take my dog on a walk.
I woke up today telling myself that I was going to do all of my homework. In just these few weeks of school alone, I've managed to get astronomically behind on my homework. Between regular DTH tasks, Silent Sam falling and Hurricane Florence coming to town, I've managed to nearly forget every assignment I've had.
When Chapel Hill had a short-lived water crisis in 2017, my roommate Maddy and I were in my car and on the way to her parents' house near Asheville within 30 minutes of learning the news. This storm was no different. Today, we packed up the Babe Mobile™ and drove to my grandparents' house without batting an eye.
I have a terrible time focusing on what’s happening directly in front of me. I always have. I started prepping to apply to college in 5th grade, I planned out my 10-year career plan when I was in 9th grade and I have an ideal place of where I’d like to be when I’m 40.
My dad and I have been fighting about who won the War of 1812 since I was in high school. I know that America lost the war, and he falsely believes that America "scraped by."