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     An ode to the place  that gave us freedom and possibility   Editors at The Daily Tar Heel tasked senior writer Bob Bryan with answering one question: Why do you love UNC?  Bryan is a senior journalism major  from Charlotte. His answer to his editors’ impossible question is below. I am woefully undeserving of the challenge of encapsulating the Carolina experience in one essay. I’ve never taken a sip out of the Old  Well on the first day of class. I’ve never  been in the risers for a basketball game. I’ve never protested anything, danced for the kids or have even been to a soccer game. Despite my lack of active participa -tion in these seminal, and no doubt won-derfully enriching, activities on campus, I still feel I’ve lived enough of the Carolina life to write about it. The part I’ve strug-gled with — and my editors can assure you there have  been struggles — is wrestling that feeling into coherent words. So excuse me again,  because for all my attempts, coherence still escapes me.The first trip I ever made to UNC was probably for a football game sometime around my eighth birthday. As memories from that age are wont to do, most of the trip has melted away into a multicolored swirl of brief moments and twisted sen-timentalities. There is one bit that does stick. It was this odd, bubbling feeling of giddy freedom and possibility in the face of every student I saw as I gaped, wide-eyed at all of these people donned in blue and white. My little brain couldn’t com-prehend what it was experiencing at the time, but it was captivating and over- whelming and exhilarating and exactly  what I wanted to feel every day when I grew up to the size of all these stu-dents around me. This was my first  brush with the feeling, a day-long flash that has since wonderfully enveloped my past four years.It’s easy to get this feeling from going to the big-name events. I  went to my first game against the school down the road at the Dean Dome two years ago. You would have to be heartless not to get swept up in the bombast and cel-ebration of the day and the game. The sheer fervor of the feeling sur-rounding a Carolina-Duke game has led me to break three chairs, nearly end a two-year relationship and wind up under the table from tears or drink numerous times.The feeling also gets conjured from unlikely places, surpris-ing you like running into a long lost elementary school classmate  when you walk into a bathroom at a party (true story). I’ve gotten it studying at 3 a.m. in the corner table on the seventh floor of Davis Library. Floundering hopelessly to explain the Mormon movement across the country in the early 19th century, I looked out to see the Pit, Bell Tower and campus sleeping  beneath me. Seeing a few lights still shining in dorm windows and classrooms, I realized I was not the only Tar Heel bent over his or her laptop, drowning in exhaustion and cold sweat in a pitiful pursuit of some kernel of knowledge.I get the feeling simply from  walking around campus, espe-cially when it’s warm outside. I’ve always had a preference for warm  weather, and it seems that every time the campus shakes off the  winter, it becomes the epitome of seasonal renewal. I’m late to class frequently, to which my profes-sors can attest, but it’s not always my need for naps that gets me in trouble. I typically realize that I need to leave for class somewhere  between just-in-time and not-going-to-make-it-on-time-even-if I-were-faster-than-Ty-Lawson. Moving at such breakneck speeds, it’s hard not to stumble on an uneven brick, pick myself up off the ground slightly embarrassed and all of a sudden have that epiphany, just like on that first tour I ever took, that this campus is deeply beautiful. SEE CAROLINA, PAGE 3 Homecoming 2014 By Bob Bryan Senior Writer  A publication of ILLUSTRATIONS BY KAITLYN KELLY  Homecoming 2014 Friday, November 7, 2014 The Daily Tar Heel 2 TABLE OF CONTENTS THAT UNIQUE CAROLINA FEELING Read senior writer Bob Bryan’s ode to the University he loves. 3 SPRUILL SISTERS Read about the early feminist movements at the University. 5   4 MISS UNC Read profiles of those vying for Miss UNC. C.D. SPANGLER Spangler speaks out about affordability at UNC.   7   68 BOBBY GERSTEN Read what the oldest living UNC basketball player is up to. BOBBY GERSTEN Read what the oldest living UNC basketball player is up to. CALENDAR See a calendar of Homecoming events happening this week. 10   9 MR. UNC Read profiles of those vying for Mr. UNC. HOMECOMING ISSUE STAFF PRODUCTION MANAGER:Stacy WynnBUSINESS AND ADVERTISING: Kelly Wolff, director/general manager;   Renee Hawley, adver- tising/marketing director   ; Lisa Reichle, business manager. CUSTOMER SERVICE: Carolyn Ebeling, representative. DISPLAY ADVERTISING: Peyton Burgess, Ashley Cirone, Jill Euchner and Victoria Karagiorgis, account executives. ADVERTISING PRODUCTION:  Beth O’Brien, creative manager. Carolina New: Mail-Home Issue 2014  is published by the DTH Media Corp., a nonprofit North Carolina corporation.Advertisers should call 962-1163 between 8:30 a.m. and 5 p.m., Monday to Friday . Editorial questions should be directed to 962-0245. Office and Mail: 151 E. Rosemary St., Chapel Hill, NC 27514 ISN #10709436  JENNY SURANE EDITOR󰀭IN󰀭CHIEF EDITOR󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM KATIE REILLY MANAGING EDITOR MANAGING.EDITOR󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM AMANDA ALBRIGHT PROJECTS LEADER SPECIAL.PROJECTS󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM MARY BURKE PROJECTS ART DIRECTOR SPECIAL.PROJECTS󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM MCKENZIE COEY PRODUCTION DIRECTOR DTH󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM   TYLER VAHAN DESIGN & GRAPHICSEDITOR DESIGN󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM ZACH WALKER DESIGN & GRAPHICSASSISTANT EDITOR DESIGN󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM KAITLYN KELLY DESIGN & GRAPHICSASSISTANT EDITOR DESIGN󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM CHRIS GRIFFIN VISUAL EDITOR PHOTO󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM KATIE WILLIAMS ASSISTANT VISUAL EDITOR PHOTO󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM CLAIRE COLLINS ASSISTANT VISUAL EDITOR PHOTO󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM CAM ROBERT ASSISTANT VISUAL EDITOR PHOTO󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM MARISA DINOVISKATHLEEN HARRINGTON COPY CO󰀭EDITORS COPY󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM AARON DODSON ASSISTANT COPY EDITOR COPY󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM ALISON KRUG ASSISTANT COPY EDITOR COPY󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM DREW GOINS ASSISTANT COPY EDITOR COPY󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM PAIGE LADISIC ONLINE EDITOR ONLINE󰁀DAILYTARHEEL.COM BOB BRYANSARAH KAYLAN BUTLERSOFIA EDELMANANYSSA REDDIXKATIE REEDERERIC SURBERDANIEL WILCO  WRITERS FROM THE ARCHIVES: MISS UNC 2012 M iss UNC 2012 Colleen Daly was an enthusiastic advocate for healthy eating habits after having an eating disorder herself. Following her election as Miss UNC, Daly started the service group Embody Carolina, which trains students to better help friends struggling with eating disorders. The group worked with a capella groups on campus to create a song about body confidence that was played in fitness classes at the University. In an interview with The Daily Tar Heel in February 2013, Daly said she hoped the song would allow students to love their bodies, no matter what they looked like. DTH FILE PHOTO  ATTENTION FIRST-YEAR STUDENTS You can become a Robertson Scholar! Each year, �irst  -year UNC students are invited to apply for the Robertson Scholars Leadership Program. Join us for an information session to learn more about this opportunity!   Monday, November 10 th , 7- 8pm   Gardner 105   ã Meet current scholars and staff members   ã Discuss program bene�its and expectations   ã Review important information about the application and selection process (Application deadline: January 26)   Learn more at www.robertsonscholars.org  Homecoming 2014 Friday, November 7, 2014 The Daily Tar Heel  3 I’ve gotten into a habit of walking off the pathways around the quads (only partly due to the aforementioned  brick trippings), and it seems to me that the campus itself stirs the feeling. Everything is steeped in possibility when it’s warm outside. It’s draped on every tree, building and  banner. I suppose that plays into the feeling — every part of campus has a constant gaze toward the future.The feeling strikes me every now and then in Carroll Hall. Though the feeling might be mixed in with the overbearing fear of finding a job in journalism, it seems that I get it every time I turn in a story I can feel satis-fied with — one that says something honest and gives  voice to the voiceless. When I know I’ve learned something and done my best with that knowledge, I get that unique-ly Carolina feeling.  While I’m sure many will roll their eyes, I get that feel-ing looking at my fraternity house. For me, the stone tur-ret and seemingly always-in-need-of-repair interior of 303 E. Franklin St. represent a tradition that not only extends back to the history of the building, built in 1929,  but to the history of my own family as well. My dad was in my fraternity before me and occasionally likes to pretend he still is when he comes to  visit. Our relationship has grown from father and son to something more because of this. It has made him realize I’m more than just his kid, I’m a brother and an adult, someone who has also felt the Carolina feeling. This family tradition goes  beyond the Greek system. My great-great-great grandfa -ther Robert Kedar Bryan Sr. (I am the fourth proprietor of this admittedly Southern  bourgeois name) graduated from UNC in 1847 and went on to be a newspaperman. Sure, tradition isn’t necessary for a student to get a hold of the feeling, but it permeates our campus, and the history of the place lets us know we aren’t the only ones who have felt what we have felt. It lets me meet someone who graduated decades before me and recognize a Carolina Blue glimmer in their eyes.I get the feeling even when I’m away from campus. Sure, closing down a bar at 2 a.m. after a Carolina victory — and really, any win in any sport is a good enough excuse to do so on most nights — will stir up the feeling in a frothy concoc-tion of emotion and cheap,  watery beer. Of course it’s easy to come by during those fran-tic, ecstatic few hours at He’s Not. (Or was it Bob’s? Or La Res? Or TOPO? Can anyone remember in all the chaos?) More surprising is when I get that feeling during the hun-gover Sunday trip to Sutton’s Drug Store or Ye Olde Waffle Shoppe. Drowning the head-ache and general resentment of all things alcoholic in grease or syrup is a therapeutic way to spend a Sunday morning — or more likely afternoon — after rolling out of bed. That  wonderful sensation of the night before comes as easily  when laughing and recounting the previous night’s shenani-gans as it did during the late-night festivities. Meals have a unique ability to bring the feeling bubbling to the surface. The gift from God to this Earth that is the combination of Mama Dip’s fried chicken, collard greens and cornbread is an auto-matic trigger for me. Until the age of 16, I had no idea that Chapel Hill contained any other restaurant, and I’ll still swear under threat of perjury that it is the best. The rocking chairs sitting on the wraparound porch, the simple red-topped tables and the faces of the staff whom I recognize from that first trip over a decade ago wrap the experience together in a per-fectly Chapel Hill way.Sometimes it’s been hard for me to drum up the feel-ing. These past few years have undoubtedly provided reason enough for that. We’ve  been duped by people the University trusted, and our institutions have failed stu-dents who needed them the most. The notable shortcom-ings play a part in the feeling too. It’s in the fact that, as a campus, we acknowledge UNC’s imperfections and simultaneously take pride in the collective desire to improve them.This is the point where CAROLINA FROM PAGE 1 I’m supposed to transition seamlessly into explaining this unexplainable feeling I’ve  been hinting at and dragging out. If I did this right, I’ve got everyone sitting wistfully, thinking of their time at UNC — from the goodbyes to par-ents as freshmen to the cap throw at graduation. Perhaps I have, perhaps I haven’t.  When I first drafted this essay, I told my editor I didn’t have a conclusion. I told her this was two times too long, 10 times too short, incoher-ent, sloppy, heartfelt and hon-est. As obvious as the cliche of sudden inspiration on a deadline is, I realized this was the right way to describe the feeling. It’s terrible, beautiful,  wild, cynical and heartfelt. It’s overwhelming, scary, comfortable and easy. I know these are a bunch of vague platitudes that could either describe UNC or eating a Big Mac too fast, but that’s the problem. The feeling among people who’ve been a part of Carolina is universally specific and impossible to describe  but easy for any of us to get. Maybe I’ve failed at truly articulating what it feels like to be a part of this family — I probably have. But I’m happy  with that because if you could pin it down, it wouldn’t be that unique Carolina feeling. enterprise@dailytarheel.com “It’s in the fact that, as a campus, we acknowledge UNC’s imperfections and simultaneously take pride in the collective desire to improve them.” ILLUSTRATIONS BY KAITLYN KELLY   war activists and, yes, students.Carol Spruill, 65, is now a senior lecturing fellow at Duke Law School.Marjorie Spruill, 63, is a history professor at the University of South Carolina. She returned home to North Carolina on a recent fall weekend, spending time reminiscing with her sister in Raleigh and taking their 93-year-old mother to the North Carolina State Fair. Edna Whitley Spruill  won two stuffed animals in a  ball toss game — something Marjorie Spruill said she couldn’t believe. It’s not all that unbelievable, though, within the context of her family. Spruill women don’t often lose. Campus reformers Carol and Marjorie Spruill grew up in Washington, N.C. — a small town of about 10,000 people, whose ideas differed greatly from those the sisters encountered in Chapel Hill. “I certainly remember that there were people when we got ready to go to Chapel Hill that, to our parents, said, ‘Are  you sure  you’re going to let them go there?’” Marjorie Spruill said. “It had a reputation for being progres-sive.”Both  women grew up with aspirations of attending the school anyway.“It was the best university in the state and the people’s school, and it was just starting to let women come in fresh-man year,” said Carol Spruill,  who graduated in 1971. “But  you had to have several points higher on the SAT to get in.” Marjorie Spruill, who graduated in 1973, said her older sister paved the way for her at UNC. “I just remember always  wanting to go there. It was Carolina, you know. It  was like the thing you aspired to,” Marjorie Spruill said. “I think I started wanting to go there before I even realized that they didn’t let women in.”In 1963, the UNC Board of Trustees approved the admission of women regard-less of major, but women still faced different admission standards until 1972, when Title IX banned admissions practices that discriminated  based on sex.The push for equal admis-sions standards coincided with the on-campus push for equal treatment of male and female students.For all the years she fought them, Carol Spruill has the gender-based rules well memo-rized: Female students had closed study three nights per Homecoming 2014 Friday, November 7, 2014 The Daily Tar Heel 4 At UNC, Spruill sisters were rebels, reformers DTH/KASIA JORDAN Sisters Marjorie Spruill (left) and Carol Spruill attended UNC during the early 1970s, becoming campus reformers as vocal feminists and anti-Vietnam War activists. Marjorie Spruill recently returned home to North Carolina, visiting her sister in Raleigh for a weekend. “You could kind of see the barriers falling, but you had to push them. ”  Marjorie Spruill, UNC alumna, class of 1973 Carol Spruill, now a Duke Law School lecturing fellow, was a sophomore at UNC during the 1968-69 school year. Marjorie Spruill , now a professor at the University of South Carolina, was a freshman at UNC in 1970. By Katie Reilly Managing Editor Tar Heel identity tends to run in families, as is the case  with the Spruill sisters. When they sit down to tell tales of their years in Chapel Hill, the conversation consists of characteristically sisterly asides — “Oh no, you can’t tell that story.” “The guidance counselor, remem- ber him?” “You’ve got to tell her about this one.”Each brags for the other — Carol Spruill is a poverty law expert, Marjorie Spruill a prolific feminist historian. Both are alumnae of UNC — a place where they say they came into their own, developing passions that turned into lifelong careers. On campus, they were reformers, feminists, anti- week, during which they had to stay in their dorm rooms and could not make phone calls. There were weekend and  weeknight curfews. And on any night that women were out after 7 p.m., they were required to sign out and tell a supervisor  where they were going.  As members of the  Association for Women Students, both Spruill sisters took part in the movement to change those rules. “We were brought up not to break rules, so what we  were always trying to do was to change rules. So we were reformers more than rebels,” Marjorie Spruill said. “We  were reared to be ‘good girls.’”Carol Spruill agreed. “We were rebels in our hearts, but we were practical reformers in our actions,” she said.The same mentality applied to their protests of the Vietnam War. “That was part of the spirit of being a college student in those days — which was that  you didn’t just conform to  what was wrong,” Marjorie Spruill said. “There was this sort of ’60s mentality, and it  was very, very different from the emphasis on conformity that had prevailed on cam-puses in the ’50s. Things  were really changing, and you could kind of see the barriers falling, but you had to push them. You had to push for it.”Carol Spruill marched in  Washington, D.C., to protest the  Vietnam War and was attacked  with tear gas in the process. It  was still worth it, she said.Marjorie Spruill, who  wound up a conflicted feminist  when she was nominated to Homecoming Court, enrolled in UNC’s first women’s studies course, which was taught by history professor Peter Filene.“Women’s history had  begun to develop, and the  women’s movement had also  begun to flourish,” Filene said. He said in the class of about 50 students, there were no more than three men. “I remember asking, ‘Who are you people, and how many of you consider yourself femi-nists?’ And every woman in the room raised her hand,” he said. “This was part of the ground-swell of protest, nationally and here at Carolina.”That groundswell of protest eventually resulted in change.Carol Spruill was a part of Project Hinton, the first coeducational living learning community and residence hall,  which she said was considered radical at the time.“Things were changing  back then,” she said. “If the authority figures were recal-citrant enough to impose ridiculous standards on us, then that was their bad.”Marjorie Spruill said she remembers witnessing that change and also learning about the Southern resistance to the women’s movement. “One of the great things about being in school at that time was that there was such a connection between feeling like you’re living through an important period in history and the things that you’re read-ing about,” she said. ‘Another wave’ Both Carol and Marjorie Spruill have carried what they learned at UNC with them.Carol Spruill said anti-pov-erty efforts moved her most. A former legal aid attorney, she’s now teaching poverty law for the 22nd consecutive year. Marjorie Spruill continues to study women’s suffrage, especially as it relates to the South. She’s now working on a  book about the women’s rights debates of the 1970s.  As professors, they’ve tried to embody the best qualities of their UNC mentor, Anne Queen. And their feminist ideals are still alive and well.“I don’t think the women’s movement ended. I think we’re still very much involved in it,” Marjorie Spruill said. “I think that a lot of young women now realize that when you win these  battles, you don’t win them permanently — at least without an Equal Rights Amendment. I think there’s much less vis-ible feminist activity on college campuses than there was then,  but it’s still present.” Both women said they see sexual assault as the biggest problem facing women on college campuses today. In her women’s history survey class, Marjorie Spruill said her students have made her more aware of the issue. “All of them knew people  who had been victims — if they hadn’t been victims themselves — and they’re just outraged,” she said. Filene said he thinks the fight against sexual assault is addressing one of the most significant hurdles to wom-en’s equality today.“This protest or movement that started here and picked up in other campuses has really  been another wave of feminism — and a good one,” he said. And the sisters who  worked on reforming their University in the 1970s have advice for those working to do the same today.“Just because you see something that’s now the norm — if you think some-thing’s wrong with it, you’ve got to challenge it, because it’s astounding once you get on the other side of that to look back and say, ‘You mean  we put up with that?’” Carol Spruill said. Here, her legal training and respectful upbringing con- verge on the appropriate way to stop tolerating those norms.“We fight the laws,” she says. “We don’t break the laws.” enterprise@dailytarheel.com  LOW RATE OF $639 48 HOUR LOOK & LEASE SPECIAL UPGRADED UNITS COMING FALL 2015  316 West Rosemary Street, Chapel Hill, NC (919) 929-8020 ã livethewarehouse.com  * See office for detail.  Downtown Chapel Hil l  942-PUM P  106 W. Franklin St.  (Next to He’s Not Here)   www.yogurtpump.com  Mon-Thurs 11:30am-11:30 pm Fri-Sat 11:30am-12:00pm ã Sun Noon-11:30pm  GO HEELS!   GO HEELS!  A Tar Heel tradition since 1982  419360.CRTR
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