UNC

Essentially for the entirity of my high school career, the University of Michigan was the school everybody talked about. If you were of any importance and held even a grain of intelligence, U of M was the all and mecca of schools. While I definently considered U of M a great school, I was never as enamored with it. To me, there HAD to be some other school that could match the omnious U of M. To add on to that, probably some of the most irritating and immoral people from my school were beyond obsessive to go.

I mean obsessed. I mean, cheat in AP classes and just do anything possible to go to U of M. One kid, whose morals are probably beyond being saved, paid somebody to take his ACT and got into the Ross Business School at U of M. I knew at that moment that I was permanently no longer even considering going to the University of Michigan.

However, I had no idea of where I wanted to go. With the help of quite possibly the most amazing counselor Mrs. Burgess, I was given options and then took a college tour with my stepdad.

Most people say they are Tarheel born. While Tarheel blood was not embedded into my blood like many, the moment I stepped onto the UNC Campus, I knew that I was a Tarheel. I was in love from first glance at UNC

When I first arrived here, there was a chance that my love for UNC was all a lie. I was friends with the wrong people, was dating quite possibly the dumbest "smart" person ever and had no sense of who I was. Scared out of my mind to be immersed in a foriegn culture where I knew nobody and realized that I was quite different...it was made abundantly clear to me just how different I was on a daily basis...I was starting to believe that perhaps UNC wasn't what I thought it was. I cried everyday, and put on a smile to my classmates, who probably didnt even knew who I was anyway...I just refused to be known as the girl who cried everyday in class.

I honestly thought that I had made the worst decision of my life and that I was going to be miserably for the next four years of my life and that there must be something fundamentally wrong with me.

Well....fortunately for me, UNC turned out to be the school I thought it was. I finally have the right friends and the right frame of mind to truly view UNC for what it is.

I can truly understand why young kids in North Carolina dream for years to come a place like this. People love UNC because of the atmosphere. There is no greater love for a school than any other university in the US

And trust me, I've been around the most hardcore U of M fans...which can be quite daunting
But that does not hold a candle to the love at UNC