Column: UNC's inconsistency in COVID-19 testing helps no one
Late last week, I went to the UNC asymptomatic COVID-19 testing site at the Student Union after I had an exposure.
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Late last week, I went to the UNC asymptomatic COVID-19 testing site at the Student Union after I had an exposure.
When I came to UNC three years ago, I had no idea what I was going to study. I took a class in about every department possible — psychology, history, drama, economics. When asked what I wanted to do, I always responded with a confident, “I have no idea.”
On Tuesday, Muslims around the world will begin fasting for the month of Ramadan. This is the second year the holy month will be celebrated during the COVID-19 pandemic. Instead of gathering as family and friends around meals or at the mosque, Ramadan will take place in quarantine again.
Since school started two weeks ago, two things have become clear. First, the UNC administration dropped the ball in organizing and creating a safe environment for classes to resume on campus. Second, some UNC students showed little to no responsibility for controlling the spread of COVID-19.
When my father sent a photo of himself in full personal protective equipment to my family group chat, the coronavirus pandemic suddenly seemed even more real. What existed in the abstract became something that directly affects me and my family. Like so many others, the COVID-19 pandemic has become a part of my family's daily life in ways we never imagined. My whole family is back under the same roof, spring break became an entire semester and my parents' work has orbited around the uncertainty of this virus.
Five years ago, Chapel Hill lost three of its brightest lights.
As I head into the next decade of my life, I can’t help but reflect on how much I have grown in the past 10 years. I started this decade in fourth grade, and while still a student, I definitely have gained some independence since then.
On Aug. 24, one week after moving back to UNC for my sophomore year, a KKK rally took place in Hillsborough. These demonstrators stood outside of the Orange County Courthouse, some in white robes, bearing signs in support of the KKK and Confederate ideals.
We’ve all been there. Someone in class confidently shoots their hand up in the air, ready to answer a question. The professor picks them out of the crowd, awaiting the student’s response. The student answers, and the response is, simply put, wrong. The professor might outright say the student is incorrect, or he or she might let the student down easy reciting the classic, “Well, not quite, but good idea.” Other students in the class may smirk, some may laugh and most will remain quiet for the rest of class.
I am from the suburbs outside Dallas, Texas. I have an incredible amount of pride in where I come from. I probably reference being from Dallas several times a day. Being a Texan is part of who I am, and I love that. However, I am not disillusioned to the history of my hometown or state of origin.
After completing my first bout of midterms at UNC in October, I wanted to treat myself. I decided it was time to watch some Netflix, something I had not done yet that semester. I scrolled through my "Continue Watching" list, filled with the classics: “The Office,” “Parks and Recreation” and “How to Get Away with Murder,” just to name a few. As I was about to watch my favorite episode of “Parks and Recreation” for the 10th time, something came over me. I wanted to watch something new. I scoured the home screen for something to start and ended up on a foreign teenage drama called “Elite." I was immediately hooked.
Every student at Carolina is well aware of the need for buses on campus. Our 729-acre campus is something quite beautiful, but Carolina’s size also means that walking around campus is no small feat. As a result, many students and faculty turn to the buses serving the Chapel Hill area to help ease university life, myself included.
As I wrap up my first seven weeks here at UNC, I took some time to write a letter to my dog, a feisty miniature schnauzer named Argo, whom I miss dearly, back in Texas.
As a resident of the tenth floor of Hinton James Residence Hall, it's fair to say the ten flights of stairs to my suite are a daunting physical challenge. While some days I strive to get my “HoJo calves” from the stairs, most days I'm not up to the challenge. As a result, I often find myself in one of the building’s three elevators. Since moving in, I've spent quite a lot of time in the elevators around campus as well. Having done so, I've seen a certain lack of elevator etiquette.
This time last year, I was caught up in the whirlwind of the college application process. I was inundated with the idealized perspective on college life that admissions officers want prospective students and parents to see. Each brochure, website and information session was the same. Instead of these surface level depictions, what helped me discover the authentic student experience at each school I applied to was their unique meme pages.