Athletic Director Bubba Cunningham has expressed interest in polishing UNC’s biggest monument to the now 82-year-old former basketball coach Dean Smith.
Sophomore J.P. Gaylor came to UNC for its strong academics and his spot on the swim team. As a student athlete, he thought he would have access to the academic support services designed to help him straddle those two commitments. But that ended up not being the case.
This year, full-time, athlete-specific academic support staff and tutors cost the University $1.36 million, which represents 1.8 percent of the total athletic budget. More than $400,000 of that spending goes directly to a corps of part-time tutors for athletes.
Amy Herman, UNC’s associate athletic director for compliance and a central figure in the University’s response to the 2010 NCAA investigation, will step down from her position today.
The University of Minnesota formally announced Tuesday its cancellation of a 2013-14 two-game football series with UNC.
Although the UNC men’s basketball team may be more popular and successful than the football squad, the latter still makes more money.
While broadcast rights have proven lucrative for UNC’s athletic department, its coaches’ salaries are soaking up much of that revenue. This year’s proposed athletic budget expects $75.4 million in revenue and calls for $75.2 million in spending, with both categories climbing by $2.7 million from last year.
A crowd of about 100 students, staff and faculty gathered at the Stone Center on Wednesday afternoon to bid farewell to Houston, the former interim provost for diversity and multicultural affairs, who announced her resignation earlier this month.
The bowl ban handed down by the NCAA on Monday may hurt UNC’s athletic department for more than one season and cost it far more than a $50,000 fine.
Things got medieval Wednesday when the head of the Duke Blue Devils mascot was found on a makeshift pike on top of Student Stores.
The temperature is rising. The trees are growing greener. The birds are chirping. That can only mean one thing — spring is upon us. In college, I’ve found that spring seems to take on a different air. The campus seems to come alive, and everyone seems to be rushing outside.
I saw something beyond awesome today: two kids playing in the mud. While this tale may come across as the saga of two weirdoes, one must remember that this is college. This is the land of midnight burger runs and sold-out a cappella concerts. This is where the mundane becomes the incredible.
When I first learned that I was going to be a Tar Heel, second to my expectations of receiving a world-class education were my expectations of rooting on a world-class men's college basketball team.Although my book-learnin' has lived up to expectations, my hopes of rushing Franklin Street in a celebration of victory have diminished slowly over the course of the season.I should have known. After a four-loss season and dominance in the NCAA tournament that culminated in a championship last year, I thought the next season—my first as an official Tar Heel—would be great. A relatively inexperienced bench and a string of injuries have dashed those hopes of basketball glory.It was much to my surprise and delight that EA Sports was in the Pit promoting NCAA Basketball 10. Finally, a world where the 2009-10 team could beat up on lesser teams with superiority not known since...last year.
A few weeks ago, I tried double-chocolate-chip mint cookies.They were amazing. Before that wondrous afternoon, I had never had double-chocolate-chip mint cookies. I'm sure that plenty of you out there have eaten double-chocolate-chip mint cookies. Maybe you have been doing so for years.
As a freshman, getting around campus without a car is fine. I can always walk, and the P2P never fails.But any trips that involve leaving UNC is another story.
When I first got to campus, I had noble intentions. I was going to be healthy and active. I ate three, well-spaced meals throughout the day, with plenty of fruits and veggies. There were no ifs-ands-or-buts about not eating breakfast. The boxes of sugary snacks my parents left with me remained unopened. I went to the gym three times a week.
I wake up from the warmth and comfort of my twin-sized comforter and hop down from my lofted bed. I groggily stumble my way outdoors to check the weather.I look out past my dorm's balcony and my heart sinks — it's raining.