Public transit is especially important for UNC students here in Chapel Hill. In 2015, over 50 percent of students reported they used Chapel Hill Transit buses to get to class. With such a large percentage of students depending on the buses, any change in service is a big deal.
Snow days as a kid were great. The whole experience was an adventure. You’d wait up watching the news with your parents to see if the school district had closed yet. You’d do a snow dance, hope, pray, anything to get you out of going to class the next day. And then finally – if you’d danced, hoped, or prayed hard enough – you’d get a phone call from the school district announcing they had canceled classes.
A year-long saga filled with scandals, resignations, and finger pointing didn’t have to exist. In fact, I’d counter most of the problems facing Johnston County Public Schools are due to the lack of quality journalism in the county.
Now being from the South, you would think I would have grown up eating chicken and waffles every other Sunday. Well, you would be wrong. To tell you the truth, I hadn’t even heard of this delicious combination–and it is delicious–until about a year after I had moved to North Carolina.
There are very few times I sit in awe a piece of writing. But I did earlier this week. It was David Brooks’ newest long-form piece in The Atlantic: The Nuclear Family Was a Mistake. It’s a wonderful exploration of the changing structure of the American family. How it’s changed all our lives and mine. I recommend you give it a read. But one thing from the piece stood out to me the most: the family you make.
After realizing I do actually graduate in less than four months, I began to panic as I realized I haven’t seen much of the “real business world.” Thankfully the Hussman School has a rather good career services department.
I spent the bulk of my Tuesday nights freshman year sitting listening to debates by town and county officials regarding everything from Wegman’s to “The Goat Patrol.” I quickly learned local meetings could be anything from boring as watching paint dry, to a lively discussion about the future of the town itself.
Ask anyone in my family and they’ll tell you exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up from ages like 0-11. I wanted to drive a train.