Ode to My Aggie

Well it's not so much of an 'Ode', but I'm happy to say that within the very recent past we were able to pay off the last student loan that we've been draggin around for the last five years since our Aggie finished his senior year and started on his 'victory lap'.  L thinks it's funny how quick he managed to finish when he started paying for things.  :)    

I never understood Aggies, growing up in Austin and having orange blood for so long.  Then all he did was go to a football game with a friend from church, and he thought he'd like to go to school there too.  When 'the big envelope' from A&M came that April, he was set.  

S never one to be out of step with his older brother, left the room gathered all of the UT gear out of his room and put it on my bed and said, you can have it all.  I'm an Aggie now too.  Dad was quiet, like everything, and took it all in, but a silver ATM found it's way onto the back of his pickup.  It took a few more months to convert mom, but of course they did.  Aggies are pretty nice folks once you get to know them; except for those 2nd year guys in the Corps (and momma don't say their name in polite company).  

Of course he found a delightful Aggie to marry and well that just makes it all great.  

Here's the song that just makes me all verklempt, yes, even just reading it.  

Some may boast of prowess bold
Of the school they think so grand
But there's a spirit can ne'er be told
It's the Spirit of Aggieland.

(Chorus)
We are the Aggies - the Aggies are we
True to each other as Aggies can be
We've got to FIGHT boys
We've got to fight!
We've got to fight for Maroon and White
After they've boosted all the rest
They will come and join the best
For we are the Aggies - the Aggies are we
We're from Texas A.M.C.

(A yell sequence follows; traditionally deleted at Muster)
T-E-X-A-S A-G-G-I-E
Fight! Fight! Fight-fight-fight!
Fight! Maroon! White-White-White!
A-G-G-I-E
Texas! Texas! A-M-C!
Gig 'em, Aggies, 1-2-3
Farmers fight! Farmers fight!
Fight! Fight!
Farmers, farmers fight!
A! Whoop!

So here's to my boy from the Fightin Texas Aggie Class of 2006.  You've made your Momma (and whole family) proud.  Thanks and Gig 'em.