May 27th 2020

inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon ❤️

My uncle, Syed Munawar Ali, was and will forever be remembered for his warmth, his optimism in the face of adversity, his Dad jokes, his love for his wife and children, his commitment to family, his kind friendship… he was our greatest support. How does one find the strength to move on from his loss?

When I first got the news, 6:51AM, I knew that there could only be two reasons for my parents to call me at that time. Coincidentally, I had woken up around the same time his soul left this earth, some time after Fajr EST. As soon as they said to go to my aunt’s house, I knew the worst outcome had come true. If I have ever known heartbreak, it doesn’t even compare to what I felt in that moment. All I could say back was, “why?”

Our body goes into survival mode when we get bad news. Though tears came, I had to make it through the 1.5 hour drive from Greenville. I had to make it through looking into my aunt’s eyes and see the pain that’s been in them, and this time, not see the hope that had remained. Still, even with swollen eyes and a broken heart, my Rana Thai is the most strongest woman I know, and it must be because she had the companionship of a great man for over 25 years. Allah swt blessed her with two amazing, loving kids. May Allah swt give them all sabr.

Thai Abbu, I thought of you. I thought of the time I thought to myself to check in. The world was going up in flames and it somehow came to my mind I should ask how you’re doing in Pakistan. In my heart, I didn’t want to even think anything could happen. I regret spending so much time wishing to say more. To get to know you more. I knew you were getting older but in my mind, there was always going to be a tomorrow. I wish I could tell the people I love how much I love them before it’s too late. I hope you knew how much you meant to all of us. You are one of the greatest men I know. No, scratch that, THE greatest.

Still, Allah swt called you back. To Him we belong & to Him we shall return. We are just lucky Allah gave us the month of Ramadan to pray for your peaceful passing & place in Jannah, iA.

Today, as the memories flash through my mind, 20 years worth of memories, I realize that’s all they’ll ever be. Memories.

I thought of the times when we lived with you, and you listened to me sing “Chaiyaa Chaiyaa” over and over as I ran around the house and annoyed Fahad bhai. You were the only one who entertained my silly antics.

I thought of when we’d stay up all night waiting for you to come home from work, and you always remembered to bring Umrah & I our favorite snacks. You always kept the fridge stocked with tomato juice just for me because you knew how much I loved it.

I thought of the time you gave me my first car and then complimented my driving. I thought of all the little ways in you were like a second father to me.

I thought of when you had your surgery, and you couldn’t walk for a while, and it hurt me to see you in pain, yet you never complained. You never spoke negatively about anything or anyone.

I thought of when you’d ask who’s making the chai (me), or how you’d joke around about me doing chores (because I never do). You told me the importance of playing an active role in the household. You charged me to prioritize family. Your little nudges made me a better person. Anytime I got annoyed about my parents needing help with something, I thought of you telling me that I need to be there for them.

I thought of every single Dad joke you ever made, hoping to hear each of them one more time in your voice. I think it’s safe to say anyone who knew you would give the world just to hear your laugh one more time.

I thought of the sound of you getting up from the bed and walking across the house at 1AM. I grew up listening to the sound of your footsteps, coming home from a long day at work. Now I sit in the home you built, and I see pieces of you everywhere. My heart can’t take it.

I thought of the times I’d look at you and think so highly of you because of how everyone spoke of you. You and Rana Thai had a love story every generation in our family knows by heart. They say Allah swt makes us in pairs, and when I see the way Thai’s eyes sparkle and face glows when speaking of you, I know that’s true.

There’s so many memories that we got to create with you to think about. I keep thinking and thinking because that’s the only way I will ever get to feel your presence again. May I never forget these memories, and may I never grow resentful at the world for taking you so soon. It was better for you to be rid of the pain that kept you here. May your soul finally be in peace. May my family and I reunite in Jannah, iA. I love you, I will always remember you. ❤️

What Carolina United Meant to Me

I couldn’t remember a time I was truly happy in my own skin. 

Every time I looked in the mirror, all of my confidence was shot down. I will never be that girl. Oh, you know the one. The girl everyone talks about. When she comes on the movie screen as the enamored guys describe her, music begins playing, birds begin chirping. I will never be society’s idea of tall, skinny, and beautiful. And I suppose it was that sentiment along with everyone in my entire life only ever pointing out my weight and darker skin that led me to have an eating disorder when I was ten years old. The thing about eating disorders is nobody notices. Instead, they see your slimmed-down figure and compliment you on the weight loss without thinking twice about how unhealthy it must be to lose fifty pounds in two months. They did not even ask what I ate (nothing) or what I did (obsessive exercising). And how many tears I shed feeling guilty if I ever got too hungry and cave (too many). And I carried that insecurity, and still do sometimes, ever since.

I finally felt loved and accepted – insecurities and all – for the first time, at Carolina United.

Going into Carolina United, I assumed I’d develop the skills needed to be a better leader on campus. I mean, after all, it was a leadership program. And I did! But I also had the experience of a lifetime. My awakening. The first time in my life I felt like my soul had settled into my body and found a home. Someone was listening to me, feeling with me, telling me that finally, I was not alone. There is no way to explain how beautiful that felt when I went as a participant during one of my lowest points in life. It was like my prayers were answered when I met the people at Carolina United because for the first time, I found a family of people with whom I can be honest with about what is in my heart and not be afraid that I was being “weak” or “too sensitive.” Too often society tells us to be strong NO MATTER WHAT. And that required hiding the insecurities, faking the confidence, and telling myself I was okay when I wanted to cry. But it is okay to cry! It is okay to feel! It is okay to not feel perfect every minute of every day! That makes us HUMAN. And when we talk about our struggles, we are able to overcome them. How beautiful is it to have found a place where instead of sacrificing my vulnerability, I could truly gain the skills to face my demons by admitting they existed in the first place?

This is why I came back the summer of 2016 as a counselor. I wanted to give back to this program what it gave to me. Strength. Hope. Power. The ability to love myself. Friends who quickly became family. I was able to give my participants the inspiration to allow themselves to be honest and open by doing the same with myself. By breaking the walls we put up every day, we were able to grow as people in just a matter of a few days! My strengths were my readiness to dive into vulnerability, approachability, and empathy. I will always fight the good fight. I will always be there to give someone a hand. I am a firm believer in choosing love and living a life of social justice.

A lot of controversial topics come up during our times at CU and whether I agreed or not, I know I will be on the side that maximizes happiness and equality. My weaknesses were not always being aware of what is happening in other communities as a lack of exposure. I believe my first time as a participant at CU really opened up my eyes to the struggles my peers face especially in communities I do not identify with. However, I overcame this weakness by listening for the sake of understanding and empathizing. We may not always know what it is like to be in someone’s shoes but we can listen to them and make sure they never have to feel unwelcome, hurt, and alone again. 

Carolina United allowed me to become a person I am so proud of. Before college, I feel like I was so ignorant about the problems faced by different communities as a lack of exposure to those problems myself. Carolina United has taught me how to be a better ally and leader simply through the act of listening. I cannot stress enough how important this was during camp. Listening allows people to feel heard and validated. All those times in my past where I felt like people did not realize the personal hell my eating disorder put me through made me want to just be heard. And that is what I wanted to give to participants. When we are able to verbalize our struggles, share them, once those words are out there in the open, we can attack the pain and overcome it. Together, my participants and I became stronger.

Without programs like Carolina United, we would not be able to make our campus safe for those who wish to just be themselves and not live in fear as a result of it. I want people to feel that it is okay to be vulnerable. It is okay to not have it together all the time. It is okay to feel like you have to cry. It is okay to be human.

That is how we will create leaders who will fight for what is right. That is always a fight worth fighting. CU makes leaders of empathy. These are the people I trust. And I would love to be a part of making that happen again!

A Note On Life

Something powerful someone once said to me: if we live our lives constantly waiting for the next big thing, we will forget that life is happening despite our planning.

Actually, life isn’t about one day waking up and everything magically falls into place. I wanted to believe that so badly. And then life happens and knocks that out of you. It reminds you just how short and temporary it is. And the things we spend so much time worried about amount to nothing.

So I guess the thing is, I wanted so badly to think that life was about avoiding pain. It really is all about learning to live with it.

Recipe: Coconut Shrimp Curry

Hey everyone! Here’s another #DoseofLassi. Coconut Shrimp is one of my favorite curries. It is the perfect curry for a rainy day, or for comfort, or even for a party. Amaze all of your friends at the potluck with this warm, aromatic seafood dish. For all those who are doing KETO, this is such an easy recipe to meal prep and eat with cauliflower rice. Can’t wait for you all to try it! Disclaimer: I’m no keto expert, tomatoes aren’t keto(?), but if you’re really going to cut out tomatoes because of a diet, then I’m drawing the line. TOMATOES WON’T MAKE YOU GAIN WEIGHT, I promise! Lols, enjoy!

Coconut Shrimp Curry

Serves 3-4


  • 1 package of large shrimp (deveined, peeled, cleaned)
  • 1 yellow onion, finely chopped
  • 2 tablespoons of garlic paste
  • 1 tablespoons of ginger paste
  • 2 medium tomatoes, chopped (1 can of chopped tomatoes)
  • *optional: 1-2 teaspoons of tomato paste
  • 2 teaspoons of red chili powder
  • 1/2 teaspoon of cayenne pepper
  • 1 small green chili, finely chopped
  • 1 teaspoon of turmeric (haldi)
  • 1/4 teaspoon garam masala
  • 4-6 tablespoons of coconut powder
  • 4-5 tablespoons coconut milk or heavy whipping cream (coconut milk adds deeper coconut flavor)
  • Ghee or Coconut Oil
  • Salt to taste
    *You can adjust spice level, but for the full experience, do include them.
  1. In a large, non-stick pot, heat ghee/oil on high heat, and add onions after it is heated. Cook the onions until onions become translucent, right before they begin to brown. Then add ginger, garlic – simmer for another 30 seconds. Then, add spices (chili powder, cayenne, turmeric, garam masala chilis, salt). Simmer for up to 1 minute in medium to high heat, making sure that it does not dry out.
  2. Add the chopped tomatoes and 2 cups of water. Add tomato paste. Cook on medium heat for 6 to 8 minutes, or until tomatoes become one with the rest of the ingredients and resembles a sauce. Resulting mixture should be fragrant and the tomatoes should be melted into the gravy.
  3. After the sauce has reduced water content, add coconut milk or heavy whipping cream, coconut powder, and shrimp. Cook on medium heat for 10 to 12 minutes with the pot covered. If you need to add more cream, do so. The consistency should be creamy, and the curry should coat the shrimp.
  4. Stir in cilantro and let the curry simmer on low heat for 5 minutes before serving.

This curry is best with plain, white rice (I prefer Basmati), however, for Keto, you can use Cauliflower Rice. Cilantro Lime Cauliflower Rice would pair well with Coconut Shrimp.

I cannot wait for you all to try this recipe! It is one of my favorites. Let me know how it turned out in the comments! 🙂

From 23 Year Old to 22 Year Old Me

Inspired by a birthday post to tell myself all the things I wish I could tell myself a year ago:

    Say no and stand by it firmly.
    Take time for yourself and learn to enjoy the quiet. It’s scary and lonely but as you’re tuning out the rest of the world, you find your own inner voice. Listen to her.
    You still hate driving. Luckily, you will have a new car after a four-car rear-end collision that you survived Alh.
    Loving anyone requires effort, time, and a whole lot of selflessness. Find someone who is worth the hassle of “compromise.”
    Life has a weird way of making sure you confront your demons aka placing you in the same area as the guy you can’t get over, but luckily being in close proximity makes you get over him REAL QUICK.
    You should probably seek therapy and stop delaying it.
    That feeling of emptiness is so easy to let leak into every aspect of your life. Force yourself to meet with your friends and remind yourself that you’re loved and cared for.
    Family truly is everything and it will save you in your most darkest moments. Get to know the elders in your life because the clock is ticking.
    You will inevitably find someone and get married, most likely. You won’t ever get another chance at youth again so enjoy every mistake, every relationship, every moment… enjoy the ups and downs and unpredictability of being young.
    Speak your mind every chance you get. Don’t let people walk all over you. They will.
    Do not stress over what you cannot control and do what you can.

Recipe: Keto Burger


1 pound ground beef (you can also use turkey or chicken for reduced calorie/fat content)

1 tsp of red chili powder

1/2 tsp of garlic paste

1/2 tsp of cumin

1/2 tsp of salt

1/2 tsp of pepper

1. Mix everything together

2. Form into a patty.

3. Grill. Simple! 🙂

Lessons Learned in 2018

When I first created this blog, it was during undergrad when I found myself having so many different experiences and not enough time to document them all. I wanted to leave behind a record of my life’s most significant moments, especially during my twenties as I navigated the complexities of coming of age as a South Asian raised in two completely different cultures, aka growing up as a confused Desi. This record was originally meant for my future daughter, Amireh, in the event that I die (okay, that’s dramatic) or if she needs proof that her mother was just as messy as she is. This blog now is honestly a platform for me to collect myself every few months. I wish I could say I’d post regularly but life happens. It be like that sometimes.

However, I did skip a very important tradition and that is “Lessons Learned…” a series I’ve been doing for a couple years so here’s my late 2018 lessons!

  1. Ask for help: I’m a perfectionist and that means I do everything by myself because I can’t trust others to. That also means I hate admitting when I need help but not only in academic or professional matters, but largely personal ones.I hate coming to the realization that I’m not superwoman after all and like a normal human being, I have to take care of myself. I’ve always sort of been in my own head as a kid (being an only child is such a lovely experience, 10/10 recommend) and I’ve had depressive episodes throughout my life, but this was BAD. I mean, not eating, not sleeping, not doing much of anything-BAD.

    If I weren’t feeling sad, I was not feeling much of anything at all. It felt like I was a guest in my own body. I felt like half of me had died and the other half was just being tortured daily. Doing something as simple as showering felt like the end of the world. I barely brushed my hair. My personal hygiene was absolute trash during this time.

    I am not proud of what I had become, an inkling of the woman I aspire to become, but I had to go through this to push myself into FINALLY seeking professional help. Thanks to my amazing therapist, I’ve learned to appreciate living in the moment & only thinking a few steps ahead (instead of, ya know, ten years in advance). I also learned to appreciate just being okay because being okay means I’m still alive, and after feeling like I wanted to disappear, feeling alive is all I can really ask for.

  2. Be honest with yourself: I think I spent a lot of my senior year of college living in denial of everything I was experiencing after a heartbreak. As referenced before in 2017, there was a guy I had met (and almost fell in love with) that I hadn’t completely gotten over. I started my senior year largely nursing that heartache or pretending it didn’t exist only to end up crying after every night out with friends. I was not facing what I had felt. I hadn’t forgiven him at all so when he entered the picture again, my emotions got messy.It took me two years to get to a point where I am over the situation but I could’ve saved myself so much trouble and pain if I had been honest with myself. I tried to push my heartbreak back into my mind and pretend it did not exist because heartaches are imperfections, and they force us to reflect on ourselves and the role we play in the demise of a relationship, but avoidance and dishonesty will get you nowhere. Be honest. Only then can you move forward.
  3. Be open to new experiences: everything about entering this phase of life is NEW. Suddenly, having my own apartment is not the same as having my own apartment in college. Doing my laundry is different. I have whole new wardrobe. Meal prep is a MUST for a smooth work week. Adults see you as equals (for the most part). You’re no longer the bright eyed, enthusiastic intern. You’re a whole adult with a full-time job and bills to pay. You can’t skip work the way you skipped class. It’s honestly not as fun as people try to make it seem. Getting older feels like you’re literally being hazed into becoming an adult. It’s not fun, and every lesson is learned the hard way. However, it’s new and it’s important to be open-minded. I wish I could say more but…it sucks so far. So I’ll leave it at that.
  4. Trust the process: This has been the most difficult year of my life. I have had to grow in ways I’ve never done before. I’ve had to confront realities I was not even aware of until I was out of the secure bubble of Chapel Hill. I’ve lived most of my adolescent years in a rush, always looking to the next milestone to achieve. I’ve become so accustomed to achievement that a setback is perceived as failure. Naturally, I’ve not truly put myself in the face of failures, so, the fact that I’m not currently where I want to be is difficult, but, I cannot let this setback stop me. I intentionally wanted to take time off after my undergrad to give myself time to study for the LSAT. Most of this is uncharted territory for me as I’ve never taken a break in my education.

Well, there it is. 2018 went by FAST and so much of it was spent in a depressive episode. I wish I could say it was a great year, but truthfully, it was one of the worst years of my life. Don’t get me wrong, there were special moments about 2018 (I’ll mention later!) but  I am glad that 2019 is significantly better. I’ll be posting a mid-year recap of what 2019 consisted of. Stay tuned!



Postgraduate Depression

As I looked out into the sea of light blue graduation cap and gowns, a sense of dread overcame me. I was surrounded by a few of the greatest friends I had my most memorable moments with during my four years in the little town on top of the Hill and thought to myself, “What if this is it?” As I took a long look at some of the people who passed by, I saw flashbacks of the moments we shared whether it was watching a Bollywood film, going to a student organization meeting, or simply grabbing Cookout after a night out, and realized I will never see some of those people again. In that moment, I was a ball of the emotions I spent my entire senior year avoiding. This was it.

Click here to read more of this post that I wrote for The Pomegranate Society.

2017: Metamorphoses

2017. What a year. 

To say the least: this has been one of the hardest years of my life. It’s been a year of learning not to care about things beyond my control and being comfortable with uncertainty. I’ve learned to allow myself a chance to grow, even if it means facing failure.  I’ve learned to admit when I need help or when I’m unsure because being a perfectionist is a 24/7 job that I am so tired of keeping up with (so I quit!). I’ve learned to be selfish with my time, learned how to say “no,” and prioritize my health. I’ve learned the difference in people who say they’ll be there versus the ones who already are. I’ve learned the difference between the things that shine versus those that are actually made of gold, and how easy it is to get the two confused. I spent so much of my life worrying about events beyond my control, relationships I couldn’t save, and wanting permanence from temporary people. The good news is that even though those lessons were difficult to learn, they have molded me into the woman I was destined to become. For those reading, I hope that you too will face many challenges in your journey because the beauty in obstacles is that eventually, you get to the other side and WOW is it beautiful.


As president of an organization, I gave my all at the cost of my mental health more often than I’d like to admit. I made this organization a reflection of myself by hoping that if I invested time & energy, it’d pay off and others could be proud of me. It felt like I was trying so hard but you can’t fight for something if no one is fighting alongside of you. I cannot be held responsible for a sinking ship just because I am the captain because that’s what an entire crew is for. Even with all hands on deck, sometimes the waves just have to pass through.

On top of this was the stress of senior year along with feeling unmotivated. Spreading yourself thin turns your passions into a chore. I’ve always wanted to work for the public but I saw just how little people care about social issues, like poverty, if it does not pertain to them. While I’m dedicated to my goals, caring so much for people does take its emotional toll sometimes. However, I’ve decided I can’t let the misery of others take away from my ability to do the best that I can. At the end of the day, all we can do is the best that we possibly can & as a perfectionist, I had to learn to let myself be okay with that.

Earlier this year, I met someone I ended up liking more than I wanted to after exiting an unhealthy situation with someone who I basically convinced myself to like because I was afraid I had lost the ability to emotionally connect with someone. And to be very honest, I don’t know if I can. I am a bit old-fashioned with relationships. Even if I don’t end up marrying a person I date (which is fine) I still need some level of commitment because I’m not here to waste time. Everything used to be easier when people were honest about what they were looking for & nowadays it’s all a series of mind games. Because of that, it’s hard to let my guard down but with this person, I finally wanted to because I enjoyed their company. They came off charming, funny, caring, and sweet & I don’t doubt that they are still a good person who just has some more time to learn on their journey. The thing that hurts about getting to pick up on someone’s quirks, like the way they look down while thinking, their taste in movies/music, or the way they hesitate before speaking is that you attach sentimental value to the things that make them unique. If you had asked me to describe the kind of guy I’d fall so easily for: this was pretty damn close so I stood no chance & because of that, I put up all the walls I could & came off more reserved that I typically would. Ultimately, they were not on the same page as me and while I appreciated the honesty that they did initially offer, they did not stick to their plan of action & that led to a lot of nonsensical mind-fuckery. The issue, for me at least, was that I was fine with just spending time with this person, but that I needed to know where I stood. If this person could learn one lesson from our interaction: I hope that they realize that their actions can be misinterpreted so easily that it made sense for me to be as confused as I was & I had a right to the truth even if it hurt. Because I did put myself in a vulnerable position and felt like my feelings were taken advantage of, I felt like I deserved a proper apology. It did hurt my feelings. Still, it was fun while it lasted & I truly wish I had enjoyed that person’s company more. Forgiveness was an important part in letting that go, though. Alas, the lesson I did learn was it’s not fair to treat people like a destination because it takes away from the experience of enjoying their company. I am glad I got to meet this person & I wish them well on their journey, even if they did not want me around even as a friend to witness that.

From relationships in general I’ve learned it’s important to be true to who you are. There’s a greater plan that God prepares us for, even if we don’t recognize it in the moment. I’ve always been in a rush due to the strong relationships around me. It’s natural to want commitment but at 21, most people are not ready to be serious. While in the past that would make me try to mold myself to fit in with my peers, I’ve realized I don’t have to abandon my values and beliefs to be desirable to the opposite sex. I’ve spent so long trying to fit the idea of what people want a woman to be based on how the media, men, other women, and society define womanhood. The true beauty in being a woman is having the power to choose how you define yourself & owning it. It took 21 years and three years of being single to realize that I am a priceless gem & refuse to deal with being treated as anything less.

Overall, my senior year was GREAT! There were plenty of parties, events, and I finally had more time to spend with friends. Cutting off toxic friendships has been a big weight off my shoulders. After years of my effort not being reciprocated by certain friends & family members, it felt great to just NOT CARE ANYMORE. Freedom! I’ve also been involved with the Honor Court & Student Government & met people who I share the same goals with. It’s so refreshing!

Unfortunately, in November 2017, I had a severe anxiety attack after a stressful week. In retrospect, I’m unsure whether it was stress over a particular event that week or my brain being fed up of the stress that’s accumulated over the years, but I’ve never felt so anxious in my entire life. Somehow, I pushed myself over the edge and ended up going to the E.R because I could NOT calm myself down. The event made me come to terms with certain habits I wanted to let go of, face my fear of death, and made me realize the people who are actually going to be there for me…very few, btw. It’s brought me closer to God in ways I didn’t think were possible but also made me question where I stand in my faith because anxiety is the worst thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. It feels like being a guest in your own body. People make so many jokes about mental illness as if anxiety is simply the feeling of worry. What they don’t realize are the very real, physical symptoms of anxiety as your heart skips a beat and sends you into panic. I’m not sure where my anxiety is coming from but through the help of a therapist & meditation, I’ve been able to manage it & understand the sources of stress/fear. Alh, this too shall pass.

Needless to say as per tradition: Here’s 10 lessons I’ve learned from 2017 and  Goals I have for the next year!

10 Things I Learned In 2017

  1. The beauty of life is in the journey. Be present!
  2. Relationships are not a destination. Learn to enjoy someone’s presence without expectations.
  3. Mental illness can happen to anyone, even the happiest and strongest of us. It’s not a joke. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Take time for self-care! Exercise for your soul & your body will thank you.
  4. It’s not about winning the fight. It’s about standing up for what you believe in, standing up for what you think is RIGHT.
  5. When someone tells you who they are, believe them.
  6. Become the person who deserves the things you pray for.
  7. Forgiveness is virtuous & sometimes the only way to move on.
  8. Always be kind, especially to the people who may not deserve it. You lose nothing, but gain everything.
  9. Change negative patterns of thinking. Don’t obsess, stress, or dwell over the things beyond your control.
  10. No matter what happens, remember this: you’re doing the best that you possibly can. Nobody’s perfect. Allow yourself to celebrate the fact that YOU are more than enough. ❤

5 Goals

  1. Eat healthier & be active, which hopefully leads to weight loss.
  2. Get a job before graduation
  3. Score above 160 on the LSAT & apply to law school
  4. Open up to people by embracing vulnerability in my personal relationships.
  5. Create a reading list & actually complete it (one book per month, at least)

Long story short, it’s been a wild ride. I turned 21 & my world somewhat changed (will blog about that later!) It’s been a year of trial and error, fire and ice, and while it was bittersweet it was just as rewarding. Alhumdullilah for the good, Alhumdullilah for the bad. Alhumdullilah. 

The UNC Bucket List (ongoing)

1. Ride a full circle of the P2P route
2. Play in the fountain at Bynum Circle
3. Explore Wilson Library’s Rare Book Collection
4. Get frozen yogurt at Yogurt Pump
5. Have your picture taken with Rameses
6. Drink from the Old Well on the first day of classes
7. Eat a cheddar-chicken biscuit at Time Out after 2 a.m.
8. Celebrate Halloween on Franklin Street
9. Pretend to fire the ROTC cannon
10. Eat lunch at the counter of Sutton’s Drug Store
11. Go stargazing in Kenan Stadium
12. Pull an all-nighter in the UL
13. Get covered in paint at the Holi celebration on Polk Place
14. Listen to the Pit Preacher and argue back
15. Sunbathe on Polk Place
16. Eat breakfast at Ye Olde Waffle Shop
17. Hula hoop at Weaver Street Market
18. Tweet at a UNC varsity athlete
19. Play a round of golf at the Finley Golf Course
20. Play four-square in the Pit
21. Get ice cream at Maple View Farms in Carrboro
22. Visit a professor during office hours
23. Visit the Duke Botanical Gardens
24. See a star show at the Morehead Planetarium
25. Complete a DTH crossword
26. Have a snowball fight on McCorkle Place
27. Climb the Bell Tower on Senior Day
28. Persuade your teacher to hold class outside on a sunny day
29. Drink an extra-large coffee at the Daily Grind
30. Become a member of Local 506 and see a show
31. Find and eat at the taco truck in Carrboro
32. Sit outside Memorial Hall at night and listen to a show over the loudspeakers
33. Climb the rock wall in Rams Head
34. Hang a hammock and have a picnic in the Arboretum
35. Run the stairs at Kenan Stadium
36. Watch the sun set from the 8th floor of Davis Library
37. “Borrow” cutlery and dishes from Lenoir
38. Crash a prospective student tour
39. Run or walk a 5k on campus for charity
40. Get tickets as a senior to the UNC-Duke game
41. Dance in a library flash mob
42. Walk across the Morehead Planetarium sundial on your way to Franklin Street
43. Get a letter to the editor and a kvetch published in the DTH
44. Attend at least one game for every UNC sports team
45. See (or participate) in the library streaking during finals
46. Attend a Zumba class at the SRC or Rams Head
47. Visit the basketball museum at the Dean Dome
48. Have a drink and listen to some bluegrass at Fridays on the Front Porch at the Carolina Inn
49. See a movie hosted by CUAB at the Union
50. Play volleyball at a sand court
51. Grill some hot dogs at a residence hall grill
52. Sit on the Davie Poplar bench — with someone else
53. Play racquetball at Fetzer Gym
54. Eat a deep-fried candy bar at the State Fair
55. Swim some laps in the Bowman Gray pool
56. Stand on your feet for 24 hours with UNC Dance Marathon
57. Paint yourself blue for a football game
58. Trip on a brick in the Pit
59. Get a blue cup from He’s Not Here
60. Visit Gimghoul Castle at night
61. Fall asleep in a couch at Graham Memorial
62. Sing “Hark the Sound” and link arms with a stranger at a sporting event
63. Go to Duke’s campus wearing a UNC shirt
64. Watch a basketball game from the risers at the Dean Dome
65. Appear in an STV show
66. See a movie at the Varsity Theater
67. Pit-sit for a student organization
68. Go swimming in Jordan Lake
69. Take a weekend road trip to see fall foliage in Asheville
70. Head eastward and lie out on the beach in Wilmington
71. Eat traditional Southern food at Mama Dips
72. Buy flowers from the ladies on Franklin Street
73. Check out a book from each of the eight floors of Davis Library
74. Have a hot dog at the season opener at Boshamer
75. Make a gingerbread house in the Great Hall during finals week
76. Climb on the roof of a building on campus
77. Visit the N.C. General Assembly building in Raleigh
78. Play basketball in Woollen Gym
79. Feed a squirrel on campus
80. Participate in a football tailgate
81. Introduce yourself to Carol Folt
82. Work on an election campaign for student government
83. Memorize the words to James Taylor’s “Carolina In My Mind”
84. Go to a Clef Hangers concert
85. Sign your friend up for clubs at Fall Fest — without his or her knowledge
86. Make money by participating in a research study on campus
87. Get a parking ticket and appeal it
88. Eat cheese fries at Linda’s on Franklin Street
89. Attend an “I Heart Female Orgasm” lecture
90. Paint a cube in the Pit
91. Read an issue of each student publication
92. Go to a UNC Board of Trustees meeting at the Carolina Inn
93. Eat one of everything off the menu at Alpine Bagels
94. Go dancing at Players
95. Attend a Durham Bulls game and buy a baseball cap
96. Peruse the ties for sale at Julian’s on Franklin
97. Win an intramural championship T-shirt
98. Continue reading “The UNC Bucket List (ongoing)”