Unlike Charles Dickens’ “a tale of 2 cities” Unc was truly the best of times. As with any university/college, college is what you make of it. UNC has done an excellent job in bringing in some truly good-hearted. From the moment I set foot on its beautiful campus, I felt like I was in a place that I belong. Each year I was there, I felt closer to the Carolina community.
I looked back the other day at some photos I had taken with friends throughout my time and I was overcome with emotion. The people that I saw in some pictures, some that I had only interacted with freshman year, had left such a strong impact on me that even now, reminiscing at work, I am filled with nostalgia and a longing to return to Carolina.
The education at Carolina is typical of most universities- you have professors that are great and those that…aren’t. I think it’s a part of life to get at least one poor professor to see how you can overcome adversity and to help make you a stronger student. That said, if you’re constantly getting poor professors or overwhelmed with the amount of work, it is important that you have a good network to fall back upon. For me, this was my friends.
When I think of UNC, I don’t think about a chem class that I struggled in or a Spanish professor that made my semester miserable; I think of the amazing people that I’ve met and the great memories we’ve created. I think about blowing off studying for a Busi 101 exam to go out on a cookout run and talking until 3 am with friends. I think of the random dance parties my roommate and I would recreate. I think of the utter joy and euphoria I experienced after UNC won the national title.
While UNC is a great college, it is truly the students (past, present, and future) that made it the best of times.