Meryl's Notes Blog

I promise this is not another “Texas rules!” post. But before I move on, I have to say: What a game!

When I was seven-years-old, my brother entered Texas A&M. I was gonna be an Aggie, determined to go to college there. I even went to basketball camp at Texas A&M and was in awe of the Lady Aggies basketball team. My brother was and still is a big Aggie. He was torn about the Rose Bowl. He wanted Texas to win as a rep for our state, but not THAT Texas. A friend sent me this photo. (click photo for a larger picture - it opens in a new window)

When I was a senior in high school, I knew it wasn’t meant to be. A&M was way too big for my needs. I needed a smaller school to reduce the chances of having classes with 100 students. In spite of my going to TCU (go, Horned Frogs!) for one year and completing my education at American University, I continued to root for the Aggies.

My mother went to UT in her sophomore year. My sister got her masters there. Now my daughter wants to go there. Gig’em Horns!