The car door was hurled open. Gingerly, I guided my foot from the passenger seat, to the black pavement below. I paused for a moment, aware that once my foot came in contact with the ground below, I would be unable to ever stray from the University. Upon stepping out onto the blacktop, a smile engulfed my face. Here, at Chapel Hill, is where I was destined to reside. With every step, I began to adhere myself to the campus. The cobblestone paths, beautiful architecture, and atmosphere all contributed to a sense of comfort. Following a tour of the campus on I felt a sense of North Carolina pride embedded in my heart.
Previously, I had admired the campus from afar; daily I would place myself before the computer in order to observe once again a guided campus tour. However, that cannot compare to the sensation of scrutiny of the campus first-hand. The campus itself is of a genuine quality that I previously thought unable to achieve. Flowers and trees graced the pathways, and the buildings offered a sense of luxury. No campus visitation I will embark on will ever be capable of comparison in my eyes.
The faculty and students I encountered were all eager to help and offer guidance. Being a resident of New Jersey, this is a principle I was previously unaccustomed to. After inquiring one student as to the location of a particular building, they walked us directly to our destination. After questioning a student of dorms, a girl was eager to show us her own.
Chapel Hill is a town steeped in history, and is of course home to one of the most prestigious campuses in the nation. I deeply enjoyed my five-day visit to the town. My heart will forever bleed Carolina blue. I sincerely believe that its campus is the precise choice for me.
I am eager to return to Chapel Hill to attend a journalism class offered throughout the course of the year. I hope to grace its campus in one year in a completely different aspect; as a student of North Carolina