Here is my most humble opinion....in the great state of South Carolina there are two known football teams. And this past season, both of them had remarkable seasons. And both institutions offer an excellent education and outstanding opportunities for students, faculty, staff and alumni.
Yesterday, I wore a rather large and beautiful orange and purple flower. And I heard lots of comments about my flower--good and bad. It was the perfect accessory considering my team was playing in a bowl game last night. I'll admit...I didn't watch not the first second of the game. One, we only get 10 channels and ESPN is not one of them. Two, I was dealing with bathtime and bedtime routines with a seven month old.
Today, I've heard some comments about the losing team and how funny the game was to watch. All the commentary had me pondering all the things I love about my alma mater and I thought I would share a few...
My alma mater is more than the color orange or purple. It is more than football or baseball or basketball. It is a feeling. And until you have experienced it, you just won't get it. My alma mater buries itself deep in your heart and thumps louder and louder and louder the older you get.
My alma mater is tradition. It's military background and agricultural education paved the way for the university we love today.
My alma mater has home-made ice cream. And for an ice cream lover, that makes for a little piece of heaven on Earth.
My alma mater has the most beautiful sunsets over the most beautiful clock tower. The sky is painted orange and purple in the most spectacular display of beauty a person can imagine.
My alma mater is family. I am forever bound by an unseen thread to men and women all over the world who feel the same feeling I do and have experienced the same traditions that I have experienced.
My alma mater is nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge mountains. And there is something in those hills that beckons me to return over and over and over again. It echos in my heart day after day.
My alma mater is Clemson University. And despite the score of the game last night--or any other time--the fact still remains that I love the ground in which I tread for 10 years, first as an undergraduate then a graduate student and finally an employee. I love Clemson University to the depths of my heart. Because it was during my time at Clemson, that I learned about faith and family and friends. It was during my time at Clemson that I learned how to be me.
"There is something in these hills that brings together and binds together and holds together men and women of all persuasions, of all heights, sizes, weights, and cultural backgrounds--something that cuts acroos every difference, spans every gap, penetrates every wall--something that makes a man or a woman stand taller, feel better and say with high pride to all within earshot, "I went to Clemson." ~Joe Sherman, Class of 1934
So today--just like any other day--I stand tall, feel better and still am proud to say that I went to Clemson.
Go Tigers! Congratulations on an amazing 2011 football season!