So, It’s official….
…I’m a Longhorn.
The day I found out I was beyond happy, which was surprising considering I’d already committed and had my heart set on another program. When the dean of the aforementioned program called to congratulate me on my acceptance and inform me that I would forever remember the day I heard the news, just as he had many years ago, I remember thinking, “yeah, I guess so.” But it just seemed like any other day. I didn’t realize what he meant until I received my acceptance letter from the University of Texas. “Welcome to the Longhorn family!” And THAT’s when I had THE feeling: this was where I was meant to be. I couldn’t stop smiling, I was happier than a kid on Christmas! But my jubilation faded into concern as I made one horrifying revelation. Forget lost weekends, tuition payments, or statistics….the real issue was telling my very close-knit group of diehard Aggie friends and family.
But, why couldn’t I? Don’t we play in different conferences now? Shouldn’t we Texas schools band together against all of those other evil southern schools? I thought so, and so, bravely, I made my announcement via Facebook on night one of the program’s weeklong intensive in Austin. Don’t worry Michaeline, the rivalry’s dead. Well let me tell you it is not, my friends. It is not.
This is it. The hook’em heard ‘round the world.
I was at the field, wearing burnt orange, throwing up a hook ‘em, and smiling. SMILING. What had I been thinking? No sooner had I posted the picture was I barraged with texts, calls, and messages from loved ones claiming I was now dead to them.
But you know what? I was ok. Because luckily I was in Austin for six more days and had a new set of friends around me in the form of my classmates. My peers would be my support system for the next two years, and it was almost as if everyone had already settled into this newfound knowledge. Through the week of classes and networking events, bonding came easily. My new “family” (aka study group) even got 2nd place on trivia night! #WINNING. The MBA class atmosphere was unlike any other: teachers were friendly and seemed completely willing to help you. The seminars were geared towards informing us of all the tools the program offers to help us achieve our goals. We were all Longhorns, and we were all in this together now.
Overall, it was a long week: we laughed, we cried, but more importantly we survived. And, now I’m absolutely sure I made the best decision possible. I am a Longhorn, and I’m happy and grateful for that.
(But mostly I’m just grateful that my beloved new team doesn’t have to go up again Heisman trophy winner Johnny Manziel, because I’m not too sure I’d have too much to say about that.)