Well, I was hoping I would be celebrating a Clemson Orange Bowl victory today-I'm not though. I was very upset last night, we could just not get it together. And I said a few words my mother would say are not ladylike. When I finally decided to go to bed, I couldn't fall asleep because I was so worked up.
While my mind was not on teaching 22 eight year olds today, my mind was reflecting on the game and people's comments from Facebook. Facebook can be a wonderful thing-also a dangerous thing. I really tried to not get on there because I knew it would be bad news, but I guess it's just a part of my daily routine now and I couldn't help but check it-multiple times.
Luckily, I'm friends with lots of Clemson people on our favorite social media sight, but I'm also friends with people who are not Clemson fans.
Checking it gets me worked up over and over and I know I do it to myself. I know there are poor sports on all sides of the ball, but the older I get, the more disappointed I am in people's comments and actions.
I'm so glad that someone posted
this link to Facebook today. It reminded me of why my blood runs orange. I do love everything football-but it's bigger than that. Everytime I have read it today I start to cry. One of my favorite lines from
this blogger's post is "Because it was during my time at Clemson that I learned about faith, family, and friends. It was during my time at Clemson I learned how to be me." She beautifully captured what is in my heart and I'm sure many others today. I do not know this blogger, but thank you!
I hope that everyone has a passion for their alma mater. I hope that everyone would cherish the time they had to build friendships, make memories, and become apart of their university's traditions.
I'm not the same girl who graduated in 2004 from Clemson University. Life has given me triumphs and challenges that have made me who I am today. But there is one thing I'm sure of. I'm proud to say "I went to Clemson."
