be true to your school
So this morning on CNN, they played a snippet of the astronauts' wake-up call, with the anchor asking, "recognize that?" over the blaring horns.
Uh, no. Can't say that I do.
The anchor revealed it to be the Texas A&M battle hymn, which sounds far more magificent than "fight song," and NASA had picked it for the first ever Texas Aggie in Space, which sounds like a set-up for a joke more than anything, but it's early and I haven't had my coffee.
But it got me thinking about the distinct lack of love for UNM around these parts and how I wouldn't know the UNM fight song if it ran over my cat. Does UNM even have a fight song? (Actually, it does. Called, I think, "Hail New Mexico!" which, when I'm particularly drunk and twangy, would translate into "Hell, New Mexico!" which seems more appropriate.)
Still, for a girl who can still sing her high school fight song ten years later, it's kind of sad I don't really have any school pride for the ol' University.
God, I was a bad Lobo. Never attended a football game, never saw Kenny Thomas at the Pit. I worked for the Daily Lobo, but I am a big nerd and I was going to work for the paper no matter where I went to school, so that doesn't count. The University of New Mexico was a place where I went for my education, but it wasn't the end all, be all of my world for (cough) four years. These days, I don't get fuzzy feelings of nostalgia that have me reaching for my checkbook when I get a letter from the alumni association. It's more of a "straight into the trash and what's for dinner" reaction.
I am a bad alumni. There's no UNM plate for Bucky, no alumni sticker on the back window, no sweatshirts and tailgating in South Lot. No reading up about former classmates in the alumni mag, because well, who? Everyone was on the five-year-with-five-semesters-off-because-of-financial-difficulties plan. I can't even fathom giving them more money now I'm out.
Look, I promise if the basketball team ever makes it to the Final Four, I'll change my tune. Really. Promise. Swear.
Fight song?
Uh, no. Can't say that I do.
The anchor revealed it to be the Texas A&M battle hymn, which sounds far more magificent than "fight song," and NASA had picked it for the first ever Texas Aggie in Space, which sounds like a set-up for a joke more than anything, but it's early and I haven't had my coffee.
But it got me thinking about the distinct lack of love for UNM around these parts and how I wouldn't know the UNM fight song if it ran over my cat. Does UNM even have a fight song? (Actually, it does. Called, I think, "Hail New Mexico!" which, when I'm particularly drunk and twangy, would translate into "Hell, New Mexico!" which seems more appropriate.)
Still, for a girl who can still sing her high school fight song ten years later, it's kind of sad I don't really have any school pride for the ol' University.
God, I was a bad Lobo. Never attended a football game, never saw Kenny Thomas at the Pit. I worked for the Daily Lobo, but I am a big nerd and I was going to work for the paper no matter where I went to school, so that doesn't count. The University of New Mexico was a place where I went for my education, but it wasn't the end all, be all of my world for (cough) four years. These days, I don't get fuzzy feelings of nostalgia that have me reaching for my checkbook when I get a letter from the alumni association. It's more of a "straight into the trash and what's for dinner" reaction.
I am a bad alumni. There's no UNM plate for Bucky, no alumni sticker on the back window, no sweatshirts and tailgating in South Lot. No reading up about former classmates in the alumni mag, because well, who? Everyone was on the five-year-with-five-semesters-off-because-of-financial-difficulties plan. I can't even fathom giving them more money now I'm out.
Look, I promise if the basketball team ever makes it to the Final Four, I'll change my tune. Really. Promise. Swear.
Fight song?
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