We must honor those we’ve lost by never forgetting
By Taylor Hartley | November 1This is a time of mourning in Chapel Hill. David Shannon’s death this week has brought us to our knees once again.
This is a time of mourning in Chapel Hill. David Shannon’s death this week has brought us to our knees once again.
The first time I stepped onto this campus as an official Tar Heel, I knew this place was different. Maybe it was something about the way the Bell Tower sounded on the first day of class.
I have a wonderful family. My mom, dad and sister are the three greatest people in my life. But it’s nice to know you can find family in other places, too.
Kids today. It’s a statement I feel too young to say, and yet here I am at 21, griping already.
Eating disorder? Not me. I loved food. I loved my body. No way.
You watch the movies. Anytime someone says the word cancer, the music swells, the eyes on the screen grow teary and there’s a big running monologue of “what if?”
People believe that we live in a post-racial society. It’s a nice thought, an ideal, but ultimately a fallacy.
I knew in the third grade I wanted to be a writer. It wasn’t a wish or a dream. I knew at age 9 — right after I finished “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone” — that I wanted to write stories for the rest of my life. I also thought J.K. Rowling was the greatest writer in the world, and while that has changed, the first part remains true.
You want my vote for president? Show me a political platform. Amid growing election buzz, it’s easy for students to get behind a trendy candidate without understanding the ins and outs of his platform.
As if there weren’t enough freshmen on South Campus already.