They call this a "farewell" column. But I'm not going to because I prefer to say "hello."
Hello to the unknown. Hello to finding our niches in this world. Hello to health insurance and the white picket fence. Hello to no more research papers, bubble sheets or cumulative examinations. Hello to that period of life when going out on a Tuesday night will no longer be so socially acceptable.
Most of all, I would like to say hello to some people who have helped make my time here so memorable.
We come to college for higher learning, but what they fail to tell you is where the learning takes place. The amount of knowledge and lessons I've collected in Chapel Hill could fill a hundred Davis libraries, but only one paperback came from the classrooms.
Cheers to everyone I've met here.
Wil, you're a little thicker in the middle and thinner on the top now. But that's because you soak up every last drop of life that comes your way. Whether it's to hit the road, hit Franklin Street, go see that band, go to the game, go play golf, racquetball, tennis or basketball, you're always the first in line -- unless the line starts before 1 p.m. Thanks for letting me stand in line with you.
J.J., the first time I met you, you offered me a beer. Love at first sight. You have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known, even if it is a bit misguided at times. It's hard to imagine what these last four years would've been like if I hadn't known you, without your calling me on Sunday and Monday nights to ask, "Are you partying tonight or no?" Well, I probably would've made it to class occasionally.
Turner, it's been a pleasure watching you come out of your shell and away from your books more often. The displays in Wilmington and at Money Shots were spectacular. We all know you're going to achieve your meteoric goals. Don't forget to keep enjoying the ride there.
Kate, because of you I've learned more about myself than I thought existed. You opened my eyes so wide I'll never be able to shut them again. Thank you.
