Well, it's the last night in my own bed. I'm thinking of meeting my new roommate from India, making sure everything I own fits into 2 cars and a trailer (to be fair, that does include a couch, two chairs and everything else needed to fill an apartment- a little different than half of a dorm room), remembering everything I need to do once I get to Clemson, making new friends, catching up with old ones, trying to remember the Alma Mater, how to get there by avoiding the toll roads, missing Thomas and my family, and nerves about going back to school. A new school. With new everything. But I am happy. Really. Everyone insists that this is a great school and I will do well here and thrive. I believe them. So I'm sort of psyching myself up to have the energy to get through the next few days until classes start on Wednesday. I changed the look of the blog a bit (a few colors). But if you're reading that I guess you already know. Hey, it's late and I've been a bit scatterbrained today. I'm excited and anxious. I'm ready to go to church again every sunday, even with a new congregation. I've been so blessed with my life- even though a tiny part of me is still disappointed with YAGM, without them rejecting me, I wouldn't have been accepted to Clemson, I wouldn't have had the guts to keep a relationship going, I would never have taken a three week trip to Scotland- just for the heck of it. I've become even bolder, confident and grown up more. I am a happy 22 year-old with amazing prospects for life. Even my empty room signifies a life full of possibilities and potential. So, fittingly, I will end with the most important song for my next few years. Clemson's Alma Mater. And it used to be an all-boys military school, so that probably explains a lot. Either way- let's go Tigers!
Where the Blue Ridge yawns its greatness,
Where the Tigers play,
Here the sons of dear old Clemson
Reign supreme alway.
Dear old Clemson we will triumph,
And with all our might,
That the Tiger's roar may echo
O'er the mountain height.
We will dream of greater conquests
For our past is grand.
And her sons have fought and conquered
Every foreign land.
Where the mountains smile in grandeur
O'er the hill and dale,
Here the Tiger lair is nestling
Swept by storm and gale.
We are brothers strong in manhood,
For we work and strive.
And our Alma Mater reigneth
Ever in our lives.
And of course, a picture of me at Tiger Town Tavern: