Dear The Daily Tar Heel,
I honestly cannot imagine my college years without you. This newsroom gave me my start in journalism and introduced me to some of my closest friends. It’s also broken my heart, told me some of my work and ideas weren’t good enough and helped me get back up on my feet stronger than I was before.
But ultimately, it’s given me a chance. A chance to lead a brand new desk and leave it better than I found it.
During my first tour of UNC’s campus back in January 2021, I was unsure I wanted to call this place home for the next four years. The streets were empty, libraries closed and there was no sign of the lively student body I’d heard about.
But one thing stood out to me on this gloomy campus — a bright blue newspaper box around every corner.
It was that day that I picked up my first copy of The Daily Tar Heel. I remember telling my mom that if I committed to UNC, I wanted to work for the school paper. That was how I intended to leave my (excuse my corniness) Heel print on this campus.
And this tradition continued, where I stopped by the blue box across from McClinton Residence Hall every week to grab a copy. Admittedly, sometimes it was solely to do the crossword puzzle if I was having a busy week. But as all my roommates can attest, you could always find The Daily Tar Heel sitting right next to my coffee machine.
Interestingly enough, when I applied to The Daily Tar Heel, it was to be a University Desk writer. As someone who grew up in a rural town of 7,000 residents, I was fascinated by the fact that there was enough happening at this university alone to necessitate its own newspaper.
But when my long-awaited acceptance to the newsroom arrived, I learned I was an audio staffer — something I didn’t even know The DTH offered.