Farewell Column: Goodnight, Daily Tar Heel
My parents always encouraged me to play a sport throughout my childhood. My mom loves to boast about how she was a track star, and my dad loves to reminisce about his days on the baseball field.
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My parents always encouraged me to play a sport throughout my childhood. My mom loves to boast about how she was a track star, and my dad loves to reminisce about his days on the baseball field.
This column is part of the Mental Health Collaborative, a project completed by nine North Carolina college newsrooms to cover mental health issues in their communities. To read more stories about mental health, explore the interactive project developed specifically for this collaborative.
At 1:03 p.m. on Monday, Aug. 28, I received the first text from Alert Carolina telling me to “go inside now” and “avoid windows.” I ran to the Daily Tar Heel newsroom from my parked car on Rosemary Street, and spent the following seven hours listening to police scanners, watching news channels and reading posts of other UNC students who too spent 191 minutes sheltered in place.
I used to dream of leaving my hometown.
The moment when you are able to see a character, public figure or celebrity on your television screen and say, “Wow, they’re just like me!” is exciting.
The past five summers of my life have been spent working as a dock assistant at a boat club in Lake Norman. It was the first job that I ever had and soon became the only job that I ever wanted to work as a high school student.
My middle and high school years were riddled with unstable friendships, constant drama, toxicity and an overall inability to keep a solid relationship for more than a few years. I would come home and wonder: Why am I losing friends? Why doesn’t anyone want to talk to me? Why is everyone turning against me? Why are people being cold toward me when I did nothing wrong?
If you Google the phrase “Gaylor Swift,” you will be greeted with 261,000 (and counting) results — Reddit communities, Rolling Stone articles, exclusive membership-only websites, Youtube video essays, comprehensive guides, blogs and a 94-slide Canva presentation, all dedicated to one thing: a fan-theory that Taylor Swift, the critically acclaimed songstress, is secretly a part of the LGBTQ+ community.
Recently, I found myself watching Garth Brooks: The Road I’m On – an A&E documentary series that peeks into the life of the best-selling solo artist. Towards the end of the first episode, as Brooks reflects on his career, he speaks earnestly to the camera, “Between me and you, country music, I don’t think, has ever been treated with the same respect as pop, rock…We always kind of get downplayed.”
On the first day of our editor’s retreat for The Daily Tar Heel, our general manager asked us the captivating question: “What do you need to feel human this year?” The answers from my fellow editors ranged from a good meal from their favorite Franklin Street establishment to hearing live music at their favorite venue. After thinking for a minute or two, the answer came to me.