Smells like school spirit

When I was a college freshman I owned 17 school shirts. My collection took a hit when I dieted my way out of all of my mediums, but the number is still relatively high. In any case, I wore one of my shirts today to run errands (this is nothing new) and it ended up attracting the attention of TWO very friendly, raise-deserving employees. The first guy was a comrade; a maroon-blooded senior with a dim liberal artsy future (like mine!). The second guy was an enemy. Not THE burnt orange enemy, but a foe just the same. He hollered his odd school cheer at me when he saw my shirt but then proceeded to tell me that he actually likes my university and would have happily attended if only it had a journalism school. I told him that I like his university too (which is true, it was my second choice, after all) and then I came thisclose to telling him that I would have gone there if I hadn't gotten into mine, but I caught myself seconds before coming off as a snotty you-know-what.

When I am home in CS, where maroon-blooded people are abundant, I kind of take for granted how lucky I am to be a part of the camaraderie that makes my university so wonderful. It's always nice to step out of the maroon and white world and meet people who think I am the bee's knees just because I know the words to the War Hymn. Say it with me folks: Aww, whoop!