Getting my bearings.

After I'd been at UNC a few weeks, I was starting to get the lay of the land. Not only was I adjusting to "life on my own," I was doing so in completely unfamiliar territory. Before my dad pulled up in the Morrison parking lot that scorching August afternoon, I'd never been to Chapel Hill. I was putting a lot of faith in that brochure. So we jump from a completely generic joke to a hyper-topical one. In retrospect, with its stiff, tilted seats and rigid armrests, Morehead Planetarium was probably a terrible place to make out.