Gird your loins — it’s about to get sentimental. I’m not going to use any Dr. Seuss quotes, but the class of 2015 is moving on, and that is a pretty big deal. I know you’re in denial, and you don’t want to talk about it, but this has to happen for our own good. We’re breaking up with UNC.
Studying abroad is an opportunity to explore new lands, meet new people and write a blog that only your parents will read.
“Adulthood” is an extremely nerve-wracking word for those of us leaving this beautiful campus in May.
When it snows on campus, reactions vary as much as opinions on the color of that damn dress — which is white and gold by the way.
You see her every Tuesday and Thursday, smiling to greet you. She pats the desk next to hers, gesturing for you to sit down. You ask her what the homework was for class.
I lived in a magical land called South Campus for two years of my life at UNC.
Growing up with both my mom and dad in the military, I knew there were lofty goals I was expected to meet.
Welcome to 2015, Tar Heels. It’s a new year, so break out those gym membership cards and throw some kale in a pot because it’s resolution time.
With late November comes Thanksgiving break.
The class of 2015 is a few months into senior year, and we’re all in very different places. Some have already landed a job that begins immediately after graduation. To you we ask, “Okay, how did you do that?” and “Why not me?!”