I'm breaking up the cycle to talk about something important to me: the unc and duke rivalry. I grew up loving Carolina and especially Carolina basketball. My dream was to one day be a UNC student and rush franklin like the students I saw on TV.
March 5th was my last time rushing franklin like the kids I saw on TV. After losing two years of rushing to covid, I am sad to say that was the second time I ever got to experience that moment. It's electric and one that feels so safe even though it looks dangerous from the outside with bonfires and fireworks going on.
I can't describe the comradery and family dynamic that happens when thousands of us crowd onto the middle of the street to celebrate this event. I remember beginning to cry because of happiness and sadness that it was really my last time. I realized that there are so many last times my senior year and I hope we all hold onto these feelings and memories forever. You begin to realize you won't me a minute walk away from your friends and going to he's not on a Tuesday night will cease to exist once we are all gone. As sad as this sounds, I am so thankful I was able to experience the Carolina family these past four years. Family is forever.
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