Dinesh McCoy

When I was a rising senior in high school, I was nominated to attend Project Uplift by a counselor because I was in the top portion of my class — and also because I am considered an ethnic minority. The experience cemented my previously unsure 17-year-old self’s decision that UNC was where I wanted to be. This choice had a lot to do with the idea of UNC's “diversity,” which the program promoted nearly every moment. But diversity can be an empty word.