It’s snowing heavily, class has been cancelled for the rest of today and most of tomorrow, and the Duke game is tonight.
I’m going to try and get in by the standby line….wish me luck!
**props if you know what that’s from
It all began when it snowed about 1.5 inches three weeks ago. As proper southerners, we basically freaked out and ran outside because it was beautiful dry snow. This brought on the idea that we should run around campus and attempt to sled. It was suggested that we go to South Campus to sled. I originally did not want to do this, but I was 1) eager to see the Dean Dome and 2) was YOLOing so hard.
This turned out to be the best and worst decision I made this week. The experience itself was absolutely incredible, actually. There were several hundred people out there on that hill, all sledding on various and sundry items: plastic lids, plastic boxes, laundry baskets, furniture rollers, snowboards, skateboards, mattresses, and actual sleds. The hill is actually considerably steeper than I realised, and the dry snow very quickly packed into a very very slick surface. Although I did not sled, the atmosphere of sheer excitement was priceless. It was impossible not to love the screaming, shouting, and laughing of all the students there. There were so many people that eventually an aisle formed and people were just going down the center as other people cheered and recorded it. It was grand. Many of my friends were there. Some of my friends tried to go down on a minute cookie sheet….not very successful.
The evening took its most bizarre turn when a stray sledder slammed into me and knocked me over onto the asphalt, where I knocked my front tooth out and snapped another one in half. It took the ambulance 30-45 min to come and even then they got confused and I never actually rode in it even though two came. Eventually, the police officer took us to the ER, and my awesome friends drove me home at 3am. I won’t bore you with the medical processes, but suffice to say, I had to go through a series of root canals and eventually will need my snapped tooth repaired. Despite all this, it definitely makes for a very memorable story. And yes, this is how I made it on Overheard at UNC unintentionally.
Well, here it is! Today happens to be our first day of classes for the spring semester here at UNC Chapel Hill, and a good day for resolutions. Today I am resolving to stay on top of my schoolwork and make sure to make use of the little moments. In the same way, I am resolving to #repService through every small action. Of course, I’m planning to volunteer around the hospital and at other opportunities. But service isn’t just limited to soup kitchens and Habitat for Humanity or other conventional methods of volunteering; service is something that can take place at any time. Helping someone detach their bike from a rack, teaching another classmate who is struggling, or maybe just giving directions to lost freshman…all of these are ways we can serve, regardless of whether or not we get credit or volunteer hours for it.
I was checking my phone yesterday for the score of the Davidson game when one of my friends snidely said “I think it’s dumb when people take their school too seriously.”
My only possible reaction:
Seriously, if you don’t understand how intense I am about Carolina basketball, you don’t understand me.
My friends dragged me outside to play basketball, and as they were horsing around I was sitting on my laptop doing homework.
They had been playing for about half an hour when three guys came up, and the one in the middle saw them and called out “Just one? Please?” Noncommittally, the boys tossed him the ball.
"Will you give give me a dollar if I make this?" he asked, standing where he was outside the court.
One of the boys shrugged. “Sure.”
He stood up and swished it in all the way where he was standing.
He was Marcus Pagie.
PS I recognized him immediately but my friends didn’t think it was him until my other friend confirmed it. It took the two least athletic people to figure out Marcus Pagie had scored on our frends