"The Thrill"...

I went to Chapel Hill this weekend and (thankfully) was not too impressed. The school that I had put on a pedestal for so many years during my childhood didn't hold nearly the same draw as it did when I walked around the business school with my dad one afternoon after a football game, or as it did when I went to my cousin's wedding at The Old Well. Sure, everything still seemed nice, but now that I was in college myself and could supply my own images of other schools, including my own, I realized that UNC wasn't all that great.

Walk anywhere on campus and you'll see endless construction. Walk by the frat court and you'll see tons and tons of white males out on their front lawns in matching tucked-in Polos and a pair of Costa del Mar sunglasses adorned with those queer "croakies" around their necks. Go a little past that and see hordes of very plain and (not-so-)innocent girls dressed in prim and proper dresses and the like walking around, hoping to make a good impression on various sororities for reasons unknown. It was all fine, just fine...if you're into that sort of thing.

Some of you might be saying "Ah you're just saying this because you're still bitter that you didn't get in." And you'd be partially right. I never really will recover from getting the immediate rejection. But at least now I know that I'm not missing much in "The Thrill," and that, at least for now, I am in the right place.