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Jamaica or bust

Y’all I’m so excited!  I’m going to Jamaica for Spring Break with some of my best friends here at Carolina (along with about 100 other Tar Heels).

I’ve never done anything extravagant for spring break before so this is a first.  Freshman year I went to Myrtle Beach, S.C. with a few of my best friends from high school.  Sophomore year, I returned to Myrtle Beach, S.C. but with friends from UNC.  Junior year I went home to Charlotte and eventually rode the train to Greensboro, N.C. to watch UNC play (and lose) in the ACC Tournament.  I had a good time all three years doing something low-key and, quite honestly, inexpensive.

Below is are pictures of the house 13 girls and I are lucky enough to spend next week in.

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I’m honestly expecting Ashton Kutcher to pop out at the airport and tell us that we’ve been Punk’d because that is outrageous.

Truth be told, this trip is making me a little bit anxious because I’ve never been out of the country so this is all new to me.  I’m bad at packing and always seem to forget something (despite my obsessive lists) and I don’t want to forget something when leaving the good ol’ U-S-of-A.

Discussions of what my friends are packing, what the menu of the week should be, who’s going to be there and how close we are to arriving are blowing up my phone with texts.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m beyond excited, but I can’t focus on that just yet.

What’s holding me back from obsessing over my packing list and day dreaming about the beach?  Everything.

Thanks to the snow messing up all of my academic schedules, this week has been Hell.

  • 1 food diary.
  • 1 food critical reflection to readings.
  • 3 blogs on happenings in the media.
  • 2 blogs about me.
  • 1 blog for my internship.
  • 1 take home test due Thursday at 12:15 pm.
  • 1 take home test due Thursday at midnight.
  • 1 quiz.

Throw in a few Greek Groove practices to the mix and that’s basically how my week has gone.

I’m done with almost everything.  Except for 1 blog about the media (keep an eye out for that, I’ll most likely discuss how we keep track of what happens in life because I’m obsessed with taking pictures and turns out, that may be hindering my memory……. you can subscribe on the sidebar or below this post, depending on how wide you have your window…… if you want to….. you should).  And except for 1 blog for my internship.

I’ve made todo lists on sticky notes on my computer, in my agenda, in the margins of my notes, on random pieces of paper around my room and in the notes section of my phone.  I discouraged myself from doing this in another blog post, but I seriously need to list everything or I’ll forget something.

Don’t worry, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and am getting closer and closer to being free of things to do.  Then I’ll be able to focus on packing.

There’s another super important event standing between me and Jamaica: the rematch between UNC and Dook.  We cannot have a repeat of last game for more reasons than one.

I was lucky enough to get a Phase 2 ticket from UNC’s Student Lottery despite it hating me for every other game this year.  I’ve never stood in the risers for a basketball game and I’m judging myself.  This is an experience every Carolina student should experience at least once, yet I didn’t make time to.

Enter distraction #1: finding a Phase 1 ticket.

I’ve pleaded with random people on Facebook and begged friends to give me their tickets.  Unsuccessful.  I’ve even tried to find another ticket so that I could trade my 2 tickets to get a Phase 1 ticket.  Unsuccessful.  Being in the risers may not be in the stars for me and I have to accept it.  I’m not even 5 foot 2 so it probably wouldn’t be easy to see the game anyways, so I’m okay with it (…. no I’m not but I’m faking it until I make it).

Phase 2 tickets are going to be randomized just like Phase 1 so I’ll be going to College Game Day on Saturday morning bright and early, so look for me on TV!  I’ll be in the Dean Dome until at least noon then go home, nap, pack more and return back by 5 pm to wait until 7 to get into the building… for a game that starts at 9 pm.  It’s going to be beyond worth it, but leaving Chapel Hill at 7 the next morning won’t be fun.

It hasn’t quite hit me yet that this is the last regular season home game that I’ll ever attend as an undergraduate student here at UNC.  I’m constantly reminded by my daily countdown on my dontmakemeleaveunc Instagram (which, by the way, was a terrible and depressing idea, why did anyone let me do this???!!) but it doesn’t feel real.  It’s unreal, and quite frankly, terrifying.

I love Carolina.  I love everything about it, from tripping on bricks during my walk to class to the hard classes that deprive me of sleep.  The late Eve Carson said it better than I ever could:

“I love UNC. I love the quad in the spring and the arboretum in the fall. I love the Pit on a sunny day and Graham Memorial Lounge on a rainy one. I love Roy [Williams] all the time. But what makes UNC truly special is not our beautiful campus, our distinguished reputation or even our basketball team. It’s us—the student body—who make UNC what it is.”

I could read that any day of the week, at any time, and get chills.

I’m going to stop myself because I’m already a ball of emotions and I don’t need to be crying.

What I’m trying to say is that Saturday’s game against our rival, Dook, is yet another last in my career here and I’m going to enjoy every last second of it.  After the game is over and– knock on wood– we’ve secured a win, I can start thinking about Jamaica.

I’ll make a few more lists until that happens.

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