I figured it was about time for me to jump on that bandwagon, so I sat down and thought about the last time I felt truly overwhelmed with love for my school.
It happened like this: I walked, ill-prepared, into my astronomy class on the day of the test after staying up well into the single-digit hours studying. My hands were sweating, my mouth was dry -- I was wondering why I hadn't just gone to art school. Then it happened. The event that every unprepared test-taker dreams of.
A fire alarm.
The class filed outside jubilantly and then burst into amazed cheers as we discovered that the test was canceled.
Indeed, the GPA gods showered me with their finest meats and cheeses that day.
The best part was that the fire alarm was due to an actual fire and not a last-ditch effort of a student more desperate than myself. I never thought I would sing the praises of an electrical short, but, on that day, I sang with vigor and overflowed with love for UNC.
But I digress.
Sure, UNC may have a few too many jackhammers and buildings named for KKK founders, but our good old Light of the South seems to be doing well for itself. Be that as it may, I have a few logical (a shock, coming from me) suggestions for making the title "Southern Part of Heaven" have more truth and less wishful thinking.
1. Put all freshman on South Campus. Living in the tenement housing has become somewhat of a right of passage for UNC freshmen, and it shouldn't be denied to any new student!