by Laura
Some readers have been begging us* for more insight into life at Carolina, especially versus Duke. Since I went to Duke as an undergrad, you will naturally have concluded that I will be much too busy polishing my Porsche to discuss this topic further.
It is true that instead of writing this blog post, I could be bathing in piles of money doing my stats homework. However, I will generously give just a bit more of myself to the world and continue to share my adventures from the other side.
At UNC, the Pit provides you with a central place to gather with friends between classes. Before seeing it, I mistakenly assumed that the Pit would be awesome, or at the very least, vaguely resemble the diner on 90210.
Sadly, life is often about disappointments, and in this case the Pit turned out to be a smallish concrete rectangle, about two feet deep with steps surrounding each side. Tori Spelling and the gang were nowhere in sight.
Does this even qualify as an actual pit, scientifically speaking?
But, I decided to give the Pit a chance and run the risk of becoming that creepy grad student listening in on conversations. By which I mean, there is no other reason to be there except to listen in on conversations, by which I mean that perhaps the Pit isn’t so bad after all:
#1 – At any point, when passing through the Pit, you WILL hear a conversation that goes something like this:
Freshman 1: You should read the Bible. It says blahblahblahsomething.
Freshman 2: If you had truly given yourself to the Lord, you would know that the Bible actually says blah.
Freshman 3: Yes, we’re sure of this, even though we have never explored other ideas.
Freshman 1: Maybe we are more alike than I thought. Gosh, this is what college is all about, huh?
#2 – Going from reading The New York Times every day to reading The Daily Tarheel is not exactly a path to enlightenment. However, the DTH does contain crime briefs. Without the crime briefs, I wouldn’t have thought to keep my laptop securely by my side. The rash of cell phone charger thefts would, like so many issues, have remained a hidden problem. And, I would never have realized that a guy named Hank who lives on Rosemary Street likes to pee in the bushes. Thank you, DTH. Thank you.
#3 – When a school wins a national championship, they will persist in wearing t-shirts that proclaim this news. Constantly. It’s already been a year. Can’t we move on to something new?
As the sea of light blue grew, it soon became too dangerous for me to remain in enemy territory, but it’s clear that the Pit will have to be explored further. Got to keep up with the kids these days. After all, I just turned 22** – time is ticking!
Laura
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