*sigh*
Another post about Michigan. Michigan, as in the University of. Monotonous I know, but I just can't help myself because I love the stinking school so much.
I spent the better part of my teenage life living in Ann Arbor. I moved there with my mom when I was 13 because she had taken a job with the university. I didn't appreciate living so close to such a great school at all. In fact, Michigan was my "back up" school when I was applying to colleges, and after I married John (and needed to transfer from Mt. Holyoke), it was again my back up. What a fool I was to reject the school twice!
When I headed to Mt. Holyoke, my Michigan sweatshirt was packed in my suitcase, the same sweatshirt that one of my kids currently has in their possession. As an adult, it was the only football team I followed. My kids had Michigan attire lining their closets.
I could hardly believe it when Mark was looking at music schools, and his horn teacher suggested he look at Michigan. The rest is history.
For the first time in 20 years, the Michigan basketball team is headed to the NCAA finals tonight. There aren't bigger fans than our family, and our hopes are BIG for the team to win!
We have seriously worn Michigan apparel every day for the last week (Johannah was amazed to discover that she actually had enough different shirts to wear for a week :-))
Today, with the spring weather, John and I sat outside Panera, decked out in maize and blue, including Michigan flip flops. And this in State College, home to another Big 10 team (losers....)
With this, and with the timing of the season, I'm taken back to almost the same time last year when John and I headed down to Philadelphia to see Mark row for Michigan. It definitely made our "Top 10 Coolest Kennedy Kid Moments" list :-) Can you even believe that Mark was decked out in maize and blue trou, rowing for one of the best schools in the nation? It seems like a dream now.
Rowing or basketball, or college football, one thing remains the same: we are the champions, and the best. Hail to the Victors! (And good luck tonight, Michigan!)
I spent the better part of my teenage life living in Ann Arbor. I moved there with my mom when I was 13 because she had taken a job with the university. I didn't appreciate living so close to such a great school at all. In fact, Michigan was my "back up" school when I was applying to colleges, and after I married John (and needed to transfer from Mt. Holyoke), it was again my back up. What a fool I was to reject the school twice!
When I headed to Mt. Holyoke, my Michigan sweatshirt was packed in my suitcase, the same sweatshirt that one of my kids currently has in their possession. As an adult, it was the only football team I followed. My kids had Michigan attire lining their closets.
I could hardly believe it when Mark was looking at music schools, and his horn teacher suggested he look at Michigan. The rest is history.
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| Mark, after his audition, and in front of the music school. Notice his subtle use of school colors in what he chose to wear for the day. |
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| Mark, and his horn teacher, Angela--one of my FAVORITE pictures! |
For the first time in 20 years, the Michigan basketball team is headed to the NCAA finals tonight. There aren't bigger fans than our family, and our hopes are BIG for the team to win!
We have seriously worn Michigan apparel every day for the last week (Johannah was amazed to discover that she actually had enough different shirts to wear for a week :-))
Today, with the spring weather, John and I sat outside Panera, decked out in maize and blue, including Michigan flip flops. And this in State College, home to another Big 10 team (losers....)
With this, and with the timing of the season, I'm taken back to almost the same time last year when John and I headed down to Philadelphia to see Mark row for Michigan. It definitely made our "Top 10 Coolest Kennedy Kid Moments" list :-) Can you even believe that Mark was decked out in maize and blue trou, rowing for one of the best schools in the nation? It seems like a dream now.
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| The easiest way to identify Michigan while rowing: the giant maize "M". |
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| Getting the boat in the water. |
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| During the race. In case you couldn't tell, Mark is the tall, skinny, blindingly-white boy, seventh from the left. |
Rowing or basketball, or college football, one thing remains the same: we are the champions, and the best. Hail to the Victors! (And good luck tonight, Michigan!)
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