a sense of belonging
Sometimes when the springtime comes,
And the sifting moonlight falls
They'll think again of these nights here
And of these old brown walls
Of white Old Well, and of Old South
With Bell's deep booming tone
They'll think again of Chapel Hill
And thinking, come back home.
~Thomas Wolfe
Nothing like poetry written about your favorite place in the world. The place you were meant to be through the history of your family. Some people just belong and I'm glad to be one of those and glad to be lucky enough to be there.
Thats my away message tonight. I know I sometimes don't participate as fully in the college experience as I could be but then there are other times that I could not feel any more at home. I guess some of it comes from being comfortable in most places and situations, but also because I feel like not only do I rightly deserve to be there, but that it was almost inevitable. My grandfather (mom's dad) showed up at UNC with no money and no idea that you had to pay to attend a 'public university' and he graduated in 1939 although I admit that I do not know what his degree was in. MY grandmother preceeded him by 2 years and got a BSW. This was in a time where the only way a woman could attend UNC was if they lived in Chapel Hill or were in the Pharmacy program. I guess it helped that she and her family were Chapel Hill residents ( I think on Mallette St, one house from Franklin St). Her sister graduated with a Pharmacy degree in 1939 and by this time women were only admitted to that program, the Chapel Hill resident rule was gone. So she got her degree in pharmacy, I think, in part just so she could go to her school. Her husband also received his degree there too although I don't know the subject there either. They owned a drugstore on Franklin St. their entire working lives. My Aunt Lynne received her PharmD in 1970 (later getting an MBA from UConn and now is the Assistant Director of Pharmacy at DukeMed) and her husband received his a year later (and teaches now at UConn and Yale). Her little sister, my mother, was in one of the first few years where women were accepted on the same terms as men in 1972 and she graduated 4 years later with a BSW. She returned after marrying my father and got her MSW in the early 80s before I was born. So yeah. I almost feel like I should be majoring in Public Health or Social Work and be a true 3rd generation but I think its enough that I'm there. So no one can tell me I don't belong at Carolina. It was in my blood and within my reach.
PS. I know the above story makes my family sound like I don't know what, but I assure you that the other half is much more down home since in fact nearly all of them live on the farm with us.
And the sifting moonlight falls
They'll think again of these nights here
And of these old brown walls
Of white Old Well, and of Old South
With Bell's deep booming tone
They'll think again of Chapel Hill
And thinking, come back home.
~Thomas Wolfe
Nothing like poetry written about your favorite place in the world. The place you were meant to be through the history of your family. Some people just belong and I'm glad to be one of those and glad to be lucky enough to be there.
Thats my away message tonight. I know I sometimes don't participate as fully in the college experience as I could be but then there are other times that I could not feel any more at home. I guess some of it comes from being comfortable in most places and situations, but also because I feel like not only do I rightly deserve to be there, but that it was almost inevitable. My grandfather (mom's dad) showed up at UNC with no money and no idea that you had to pay to attend a 'public university' and he graduated in 1939 although I admit that I do not know what his degree was in. MY grandmother preceeded him by 2 years and got a BSW. This was in a time where the only way a woman could attend UNC was if they lived in Chapel Hill or were in the Pharmacy program. I guess it helped that she and her family were Chapel Hill residents ( I think on Mallette St, one house from Franklin St). Her sister graduated with a Pharmacy degree in 1939 and by this time women were only admitted to that program, the Chapel Hill resident rule was gone. So she got her degree in pharmacy, I think, in part just so she could go to her school. Her husband also received his degree there too although I don't know the subject there either. They owned a drugstore on Franklin St. their entire working lives. My Aunt Lynne received her PharmD in 1970 (later getting an MBA from UConn and now is the Assistant Director of Pharmacy at DukeMed) and her husband received his a year later (and teaches now at UConn and Yale). Her little sister, my mother, was in one of the first few years where women were accepted on the same terms as men in 1972 and she graduated 4 years later with a BSW. She returned after marrying my father and got her MSW in the early 80s before I was born. So yeah. I almost feel like I should be majoring in Public Health or Social Work and be a true 3rd generation but I think its enough that I'm there. So no one can tell me I don't belong at Carolina. It was in my blood and within my reach.
PS. I know the above story makes my family sound like I don't know what, but I assure you that the other half is much more down home since in fact nearly all of them live on the farm with us.