This past Sunday, on Mother’s Day, I graduated from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. For 4 years, UNC gave me a place to call home.
Here, I met my 5 best friends. I learned that Duke is a big, bad, evil place in Durham, and even though NC State holds an annual Ram Roast, it’s not too terrible (which is good, because I love a lot of peeps in the wolf pack!). I grew to love basketball, and rushed Franklin Street when we won the National Championship.
I had my pantry raided by a crazy chef on Food Network’s Dinner Impossible and became good friends with Winston, the Vice Chancellor, because of it. I pushed through the pain of sore feet and danced for 24 hours straight to help children in the NC Children’s hospital.
I sat in the pit during sunny afternoons and studied into the wee hours of the night in Davis library. I met professors who told me to follow my passions and advisers who helped me find them. I drank too much coffee and missed out countless hours of sleep.
But I wouldn’t trade a single moment of it for the world. Thank you to all my family and friends who helped me get to where I am today. And thank you Carolina for giving me little moments of opportunity to help me discover who I am in this wild and crazy world. UNC is my home, my mentor, my friend and my beginning.