Some of us were born Tar Heels. Others grew to become Tar Heels. We all stand together as one passionate group that bleeds the good blue, lives for Carolina basketball, and loves every challenge and glory this university presents us with.
We sat in front of the TV as young children watching the basketball team play. My dad used to point at the student section and say, "You'll be there one day."
He was right.
We toured the university with our families and knew it was right. We took pictures by the Old Well, bought T-shirts at Student Stores, and walked down Franklin Street in awe.
We will never forget the day we received our acceptance letters. We worked so, so, so hard for that moment. The anticipation was grueling, but as soon as we saw the "Congratulations!" written across our acceptance letters, our eyes filled with tears and our hearts were so full. In that moment, our dreams came true.
We are constantly knocked down by our school's vigorous academic regime. We get back up. We take pride in knowing that our peers will one day be the next doctors, teachers, lawyers, artists, entrepreneurs, inventors, athletes, and more. We put on our jerseys and, filled with excitement, walk to the Dean Dome. We scream. We laugh. We cheer. We cry. We are happy to walk outside on a sunny spring morning, glance at the Carolina blue skies and hear the ringing of the Bell Tower that reminds us we are home.
To put it simply, we are proud.
We are proud to tell others we go to Chapel Hill.
We are proud that we are among the brightest young minds in the world.
We are proud that we are taught by Nobel Prize recipients.
We are proud of our history.
We are proud of our diversity.
We are proud of our adversity.
We are proud of our acceptance.
We are proud of our wins.
And we are proud of our losses.
We are proud of Marcus. Brice. All of our boys.
We are proud when others slander us, simply because they do not and cannot understand the greatness of our university.
We are proud to hate Dook.
We are proud to be Tar Heels.
Of course, our opinions are biased, but we believe we go to the greatest school on earth... because we do.
Hark the sound.
