For reasons that remain incomprehensible, not every young person dreams of attending the greatest university in the world and becoming a Tar Heel.
Before I even get started you are probably wondering what in the heck is Whole 30? No, it is not one of those crazy fad diets but it potentially could be.
It's always the right time for a little nostalgia.
The Onyen. The Only Name You’ll Ever Need.
The South is no longer bothered by the media's jokes and inaccurate portrayals on our accents. There seems to be this belief that the intensity of your southern accent is indication of low-brow intelligence and a clear sign that you have an NRA meeting this Saturday.
It’s late—almost too late. You’re sitting alone in your room.
On every one of those “personality assessments” that you take online while you should be doing important things, there is a question that asks you to choose the group of words which you feel best describes you.
Franklin Street is basically a giant fashion show on Halloween night.
There are several ways to show your school spirit. You can wear your team’s colors. You can attend football games. You can also brutally gouge your school’s logo into a giant orange fruit. UNC Creative and Office of University Development prefer the latter.
Last week I turned 21 years old. I'm usually not very thrilled about getting older but this year was different. Turning 21 in America... It's a BIG deal.
With Tim Burton’s "The Nightmare Before Christmas" playing in the background, Disney classic "Halloweentown" recorded and the new season of "American Horror Story" on stand-by for when I actually wanted to get scared instead of delightfully amused, I think I’m ready for Saturday.
It's that time of year again.
As a first generation college student, the adversity you face shapes your journey into college starting from the day you receive your acceptance letter.
It is generally understood that crying in public is socially unacceptable.
Tucked between the back of Davis Library and a cluster of ATMs and out of the way of most student traffic grows one of UNC’s unfrequented herbalogical wonders.
The quads on UNC’s campus are collectively the greatest place on earth. When the sun is shining and the grass is warm, there is literally nothing I would rather do than sit on the quad in front of Wilson and pretend to do my homework/actually fall asleep. But the quads are worth so much more than just our failed efforts in trying to be decent students. The quads are great places for Frisbee, tossing the ol’ pigskin, preaching, sunbathing (in your clothes, though, please and thanks), picnicking, picking at grass, picking your nose, etc. One of the weirdest and best things I’ve ever done in the quad, though, is interpretive dance.
Fall season is officially here. However, my idea of fall is very different from what I'm seeing around in America these days.
