Snow in chapel hill and the inauguration of Obama? could anything else possibly happen today? (besides my epic fail in beginners swimming, of course). Though it was a rush trying to get to a tv somewhere that didn't have a bagillion people already around it, to sit down and watch the 44th president be inaugurated was something I'll never forget.

I thought the election night festivities were about as liberal-college-scene as things get, what with the first African-American president, not to mention he was democratic, winning the popular vote and college students rushing the streets in celebration. I even watched his acceptance speech in a local bar. Hip, I know.

But as I sat in the basement of Graham Hall, surrounded by my peers and with my tongue already burnt from sipping my oh-so-collegiate Starbucks coffee too quickly, I realized the historical change that was taking place in front of my eyes.

So despite the creepy pronunciations of Malia and Sasha throughout, the stumbling during the oath (which I'm convinced was the Chief Justice's fault), and the sketchy poem at the end, the inauguration proved to be as historical as it was supposed to be, and I'm glad to have experienced it here at Chapel Hill.

And by the way, my suite mates had a snowball fight with Ed Davis and Will Graves today. That's what else happened today. One of the greatest days in history: January 20, 2009.