Coming up on senior year, my mom insisted on giving me a can of mace to carry around. "I don't want you to end up like Eve Carson." Eve Carson, for whom there is a memorial 5K at UNC each year, was a top-performing student who was killed when getting money from an ATM at two o'clock in the morning. I assured her that I would never stay out too late for stuff like that, that I'd try to be safe and smart.
Monday, after seeing a group of people at the bus stop near my apartment viciously fighting, I wished that the mace my mom had given me was on a keychain.
This semester, and this year in general, my personal goals are to be healthy and happy in mind and body. It is going to be a challenge but I will do my best.
The first day of classes got off to a rough start with a not-so-productive meeting with a professor. I left the meeting feeling panicked and anxious. I had a hard time getting it off my mind, even during my first class, a class which many of my friends in my major are also taking. (Hi friends!) "It's too early in the semester to feel this way," I thought to myself.
I ate lunch by myself while sending emails (I hate emails) and networking when I ran into one of my friends from class, randomly. We talked a little bit. Then, I got the best message ever: a chance for UNC Student Television to collaborate with DSI Comedy!!!! I have to say that I really love STV alumni. They are legitimately the best people ever. They care so much and I am incredibly appreciative of their support.
That offer made my day a lot better. Thank you.
Second class of the day: it's another friend party! Wow someone got really tan over the summer. Hey you were in my last class- you're in my class tomorrow too? Haha what a coincidence!
After class, one of my friends and classmates asked me if I wanted to go get coffee with her. It was really cool to catch up, seeing as we hadn't had a class together since last fall. There aren't many good coffee shops really and Starbucks was crowded so we wound up at Old Chicago for Irish Coffee at 3:30 in the afternoon and talked about our lives for over an hour. It was great to hear from her, and then to vent about my day and what things I wanted to do with my life.
I sold some textbooks, bought a bike light, and helped to make some very basic STV videos.
That's my day without a lot of the details and emotional descriptors.
Monday, after seeing a group of people at the bus stop near my apartment viciously fighting, I wished that the mace my mom had given me was on a keychain.
This semester, and this year in general, my personal goals are to be healthy and happy in mind and body. It is going to be a challenge but I will do my best.
The first day of classes got off to a rough start with a not-so-productive meeting with a professor. I left the meeting feeling panicked and anxious. I had a hard time getting it off my mind, even during my first class, a class which many of my friends in my major are also taking. (Hi friends!) "It's too early in the semester to feel this way," I thought to myself.
I ate lunch by myself while sending emails (I hate emails) and networking when I ran into one of my friends from class, randomly. We talked a little bit. Then, I got the best message ever: a chance for UNC Student Television to collaborate with DSI Comedy!!!! I have to say that I really love STV alumni. They are legitimately the best people ever. They care so much and I am incredibly appreciative of their support.
That offer made my day a lot better. Thank you.
Second class of the day: it's another friend party! Wow someone got really tan over the summer. Hey you were in my last class- you're in my class tomorrow too? Haha what a coincidence!
After class, one of my friends and classmates asked me if I wanted to go get coffee with her. It was really cool to catch up, seeing as we hadn't had a class together since last fall. There aren't many good coffee shops really and Starbucks was crowded so we wound up at Old Chicago for Irish Coffee at 3:30 in the afternoon and talked about our lives for over an hour. It was great to hear from her, and then to vent about my day and what things I wanted to do with my life.
I sold some textbooks, bought a bike light, and helped to make some very basic STV videos.
That's my day without a lot of the details and emotional descriptors.
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