This column was a massive undertaking for me.
I knew I wanted to write a final column, but it took thousands of words and several final versions before settling on this one.
There was a potential rant about why sports writers aren’t fans — or haters — of your team, but simply objective professionals. Although that seems to be a forgotten standard of the field, I'll save that for another time.
I also considered the deeply sentimental piece about the last four years, or maybe something else lighthearted or anti-serious. What I eventually settled on as my final act as assistant sports editor at the DTH was a list of lessons learned during my time here as a UNC student, which I’ll take with me long after I leave.
Here we go:
-The first lesson is this, and stick with me here, because it’s an important one: it’s the North Carolina Tar Heels. That’s Tar Heels spelled with two words, both capitalized, and don’t forget the space. If you forget that, people will have learned everything they need to know about you — and that’s not a good thing. Be better than that.
-The second lesson I learned is from covering my first ever event, a swimming and diving meet at the Koury Natatorium in February 2016. I was so nervous that night that I forgot I was only interviewing athletes my own age. From then on, I understood the best way to talk to athletes, coaches and anyone I ever wrote about, was like they were anyone else — because they are.
-The third lesson I learned is not to take yourself too seriously. If you get to cover sports, don’t make yourself too serious or self-important. After all, it’s meant to be fun. If you’re not good at the card game Anomia, and I'm certainly not, don’t pretend to be. And if you have “the worst take ever” about Michael Jordan cursing UNC, as Sarah Lundgren called it, write it anyway and be proud of it.
-The fourth lesson falls right in line behind that and that’s to enjoy whatever experiences or opportunities come your way. Coming to UNC was a hard decision for me, but in the end I gave it a shot because I knew the experiences I’d have here would be next to nowhere else. 17-year-old me wasn’t wrong.