This campus revolves around its youngest members — the freshmen — and their assimilation on campus. But the rest of us should keep exploring, even if we’re not expected to venture away from what we know.
I’ve been excited about senior year for a while: wearing my “I’m a senior, who the #@!$ are you?” sticker, and sitting at the top of the campus food chain.
But it’s been a bit anticlimactic, and I’m realizing this campus is hardly ours.
What would UNC be without the uncommitted new arrivals eager to join sports teams, fill the Carolina Fever seats at varsity events, rush fraternities and sororities, and join campus organizations new and old?
Freshmen are the lifeblood of this campus, and they’re in demand across the University community.
Each newcomer is a potential underwater hockey player or religious group devotee, if only they can be lured in with the right flyer or free food.
But by the time a year or two has passed, they’ve lost the luster. Each sophomore and junior is expected to have found a defined identity on campus; athlete/non-athlete, Greek/non-Greek, steadily climbing the hierarchy in whichever segment of student life tickled their fancy when they arrived.
And spare a thought for the seniors: Nine months from leaving (and not worth the efforts of the evangelists of student life), we wear stickers to fight our growing irrelevance on campus.
Wearing my senior sticker from FallFest feels a little less triumphant than I thought it might. It’s tough to convince myself that any of the freshmen rushing across campus really care “who the #@!$” we are, after all.