Next week I'm taking my creative nonfiction class on a field trip to the campus graveyard. We'll talk about some death-themed essays, free-write about death, etc...It'll be fun and creepy.
Outside of old Wilson Library (which makes you feel like you're in a really grand old university), the graveyard is my favorite part of UNC's campus. It pretty much came with the university (dating to the late 1700s) and there's even a slave section of it (unmarked graves). The only part of it that is disconcerting is when I bus past it in the afternoon and see a headstone with my name on it (see below.) I'm thinking of looking into these people: there aren't many Gutierrez' in the Chapel Hill area, especially way back when.