Hello. I go to Rice. I consider Beer Bike to be the biggest holiday of the year, even better than Christmas. It's possible that I go to more Powderpuff games than I do Rice football games (although I will paint myself blue with zero hesitation to support my Owls). I refer to the library as Club Fondy, and may even consider myself a member of Fondren College during finals period. I am shamelessly enthusiastic about my academic interests. Adults live in the same building I do, and I actually feel like it has enhanced my college experience. I like to visit this magical place called the leisure pool. I feel sorry for other universities with lesser "welcome weeks." When asked where I am from, I respond with the name of my college. A cheer is hardly complete without at least a little profanity. My college is the best college. I call cafeterias, serveries, and the university actually has to force me to leave campus once a week by shutting them down (otherwise I might never leave the hedges). I am hardly phased anymore when naked people run around campus twice a month. West Lot is an ungodly long distance from wherever I live, and I'd rather wait the seven minutes for the shuttle. Heat and humidity is a given, but I still like to complain about it. When it drops below freezing for more than a few nights in a row, I get a snow day. My university's marching band defies all descriptions. My goal in life during Owl Days is to make prospies love Rice as much as I do. I am an Owl. #IGTR
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