breakin the promise
I swore to myself that I wouldn't ever write a sad/angry/un-comically whiny blog, but I'm breaking that vow today. I have to say. I just miss the South. I miss Wake. I even miss (am I really saying this?) Concord, NC.
The South: I miss the place where people can honestly be proud of taking a week off of work and going to camp out in an RV outside a car racing track. I miss walking into Bojangles, or driving up to Cookout, and (in English) ordering a tea, and knowing that it will be sweet even if I don't say it or biscuits, and not get crackers or something of the sort. I miss the place where ACC basketball is second only to church in devotion and Tobacco Road is the only way to get anywhere important. I miss the place where saying "Y'all" doesn't get you stared at. I miss knowing that I can get to church anytime and in any city and people will welcome me with open arms and a huge meal immediately following the service. I miss having girls expect me to open a door for them and at least OFFER to pay for their meal. I miss seersucker, madras, Rainbows, Croakies, tucked-in Polos, and South Carolina belts. I miss having friends who can point at the homes where their families have lived for more than 100 years. I miss hearing sayings that you've never used before in your life (I'm as full as a tick on a hound) but also knowing EXACTLY what they mean. I miss everything that Charleston, SC represents. I miss the place where the argument isnt Coke vs. soda vs. Pop, but where everyone knows it's Coke and the argument is which Coke is better, Pepsi or Coke. I miss the place where Carolina is UNC, USC is South Carolina, UT is Tennessee, State is NC State, and the biggest rivalries are undeniably USC-Clemson and UNC-Duke. I miss fried chicken, corn dogs, hush puppies, pecan pie, and chicken pot pie. And I honestly miss the Bible Belt.
Wake: I miss knowing that we are, overall, the best institution of higher learning in North Carolina, if not the South. I miss turning up our nose at those public school Carolina kids or the ugly, introverted Dookies and pretending like NC State doesn't even exist. I miss wearing yellow-and-black tie-dye like it's going out of style, and not being ashamed in the least. I miss tailgating for football games like we are about to win the national championship. I miss girls in Lily and guys in shirts and ties. I miss rolling the Quad. I miss staying up until 5am writing the paper that should have been finished before your 2:30am Cookout run. I MISS THE 106!!! I miss clapping and screaming "Oh here's to Wake Forest..." I miss hearing mumbling throughout the alma mater and being shaken by the sheer volume of "MOTHER SO DEAR!" I miss the fact that Winston Salem refuses to be a college town. I miss seeing the leaves fall on the Quad. I miss 24-hour rooms in Tribble. I miss camping out for basketball games. I miss the feeling inside the Joel that gives me goosebumps every time the student section starts to cheer. I miss complaining about the Pit while we eat ourselves into oblivion. I miss the Loop, Hero House, Rose's, Mi Pueblo, La Carretta, and every other slum we go eat at. I miss getting fratted out for Bell Brothers and being eye-molested by Peaches and slowly clogging my arteries with maccaroni juice. And I miss friends. That's all. Take me back there.
The South: I miss the place where people can honestly be proud of taking a week off of work and going to camp out in an RV outside a car racing track. I miss walking into Bojangles, or driving up to Cookout, and (in English) ordering a tea, and knowing that it will be sweet even if I don't say it or biscuits, and not get crackers or something of the sort. I miss the place where ACC basketball is second only to church in devotion and Tobacco Road is the only way to get anywhere important. I miss the place where saying "Y'all" doesn't get you stared at. I miss knowing that I can get to church anytime and in any city and people will welcome me with open arms and a huge meal immediately following the service. I miss having girls expect me to open a door for them and at least OFFER to pay for their meal. I miss seersucker, madras, Rainbows, Croakies, tucked-in Polos, and South Carolina belts. I miss having friends who can point at the homes where their families have lived for more than 100 years. I miss hearing sayings that you've never used before in your life (I'm as full as a tick on a hound) but also knowing EXACTLY what they mean. I miss everything that Charleston, SC represents. I miss the place where the argument isnt Coke vs. soda vs. Pop, but where everyone knows it's Coke and the argument is which Coke is better, Pepsi or Coke. I miss the place where Carolina is UNC, USC is South Carolina, UT is Tennessee, State is NC State, and the biggest rivalries are undeniably USC-Clemson and UNC-Duke. I miss fried chicken, corn dogs, hush puppies, pecan pie, and chicken pot pie. And I honestly miss the Bible Belt.
Wake: I miss knowing that we are, overall, the best institution of higher learning in North Carolina, if not the South. I miss turning up our nose at those public school Carolina kids or the ugly, introverted Dookies and pretending like NC State doesn't even exist. I miss wearing yellow-and-black tie-dye like it's going out of style, and not being ashamed in the least. I miss tailgating for football games like we are about to win the national championship. I miss girls in Lily and guys in shirts and ties. I miss rolling the Quad. I miss staying up until 5am writing the paper that should have been finished before your 2:30am Cookout run. I MISS THE 106!!! I miss clapping and screaming "Oh here's to Wake Forest..." I miss hearing mumbling throughout the alma mater and being shaken by the sheer volume of "MOTHER SO DEAR!" I miss the fact that Winston Salem refuses to be a college town. I miss seeing the leaves fall on the Quad. I miss 24-hour rooms in Tribble. I miss camping out for basketball games. I miss the feeling inside the Joel that gives me goosebumps every time the student section starts to cheer. I miss complaining about the Pit while we eat ourselves into oblivion. I miss the Loop, Hero House, Rose's, Mi Pueblo, La Carretta, and every other slum we go eat at. I miss getting fratted out for Bell Brothers and being eye-molested by Peaches and slowly clogging my arteries with maccaroni juice. And I miss friends. That's all. Take me back there.
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