Chiming in on the UNC/NC State discussions that have been all over tumblr blog community today.

I grew up on NC State football.  (You haven’t been to a tailgate until you come to an NC State tailgate) I learned how to make the #1 sign on my fingers  as a little girl for my beloved Wolfpack. (SEE THAT SHIRT I’m WEARING?)

In elementary school our cafeteria would hold a contest on who had the most fans by selling sugar cookies light blue (Carolina), dark blue (Duke) and red (NC State) sprinkles. I bought the red cookie every single year.

In sixth grade, the first song I learned to play on  my trombone was the NC State fight song.

My godfather went to NC State. My uncle went to NC State. and I’ll be damned if I was going anywhere else but NC State.

I met some of my very best friends at NCSU. I met my husband at NCSU. When my daughter was born, she wore a pair of red NC State socks.

I love the HELL OUT of that school. I walked out of there with so much more than a degree… I left with experiencing that shaped me as a person and some of the best friends you could ever imagine. In Latin, “Alma Mater” means nourishing morther - and that’s exactly what  NC State has been to me - filling my head full of  knowledge and my life full of amazing memories. I don’t care if we’ve got the best sports teams or we come in dead last year after year… I’ll be a devoted wolfpacker till the day I die.

GO PACK!

M