We asked how you handle tripping over the bricks
I got 99 problems and the bricks are like 42 of them
It could happen to anyone, anywhere, but especially at UNC. One moment you’re laughing and enjoying life, and the next you’re on the ground. Many people may walk by with a smirk, but those are the same students who will soon meet their fate by tripping on another brick.
Not only do we have a ridiculously large campus to trek (although it is one of the most beautiful in the country), we have to tread lightly to avoid the beautifully deceitful red bricks. We asked a few students how they handle the inevitable fall.
Adam, sophomore, Music
“I’ve actually never tripped over one.”
Okay bye, Adam.
Britain, junior, Pre-Med
“Jog it off. No, actually, just get up and laugh at myself at that point.”
Anonymous, studying abroad from England
“I’ve literally never tripped over bricks, as I pride myself on my elegance and poise.”
Meg, junior, Pre-Med
“Fall over without any grace or poise because being awkward is my forte.”
Ada, junior, Communications
“I don’t trip over them. I’m a goddamn graceful swan.”
Or maybe she minimizes walking.
Emily, junior, Global Studies
“I haven’t tripped on one. Guess I’m one of the lucky ones.”
As for my personal story, I literally ate shit on the bricks near Carroll Hall while going up the first step. A half-gurgle/half-pathetic, “what the hell” cry of anguish escaped me.
Lying on the ground with a few papers scattered, I looked around at a relatively empty surrounding area. Oh, the perks of being late to class. Note: I was a sophomore at the time. The bricks do not discriminate against class standing. Beware.
Good luck dealing with this challenge for however many years you have here. Maybe this is why people stare down at their phones all the time?