Chapter 3: My July 20, 1969

Sept. 22, 2008, 9:55 a.m. by Trey
Me and my dad
It is 8am on Friday September 19th and my professor just told me I looked like death itself. It was colder than balls last night and I have now been awake for 25 hours. I finished my test in approximately 30 minutes and feel decently confident I made a low B or high C. I'm on the way home with 1 thing on my mind... 3:00pm. I attempted to lie down and sleep to pass the time and to catch up on my missed rest, but due to the coffee I basically chugged just an hour before made that attempt very futile. Great...now I have to sit and do nothing for the next 6 hours. Gqdoehqjrohehwhjdaf. 5.5 hours and a gallon of released endorphins later I step in my truck to head up to campus. My father, 12th man foundation member and class of '82 '84 '86, has come into town to watch me get my very own aggie ring. My girlfriend heather also has skipped her class so she could be with me on the (so far) proudest day of my life. Thank you babe. It is now 2:50 and I have met up with jenny and alex. The yells are fixing to start and I am damn glad I wore sunglasses. And no not because it was bright. It took me by surprise that they did not pass back the reload yell, but I very shortly didn't give a rat’s ass. The yells concluded and we moved into G. rolly. The place was incredibly organized and I waited no longer than 5 minutes after entering the building. Is this really happening? I walk up to the table and reach into my pocket to get my ID. I try to hand it to the ring attendant, note the word 'try.' I have suddenly contracted a temporary and extreme case of palsy. This shit was bad guys, I could have aerated lake Bryan with a single hand. I finally got my adrenaline levels back to a level I could control, and received my ring. Oh shit! I donned it and my knees just about gave out on me. I couldn't walk, I couldn't talk, and hell I couldn't even breathe. I owe heather and jenny the courtesy of reminding me to do that; I didn't think unintentionally not breathing was even possible. The day finished out with me constantly looking at it and it is now time to continue the rest of my book.
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5 Comments

Terri Says:

Sept. 23, 2008
Come on Paul!!!!

trey hooper Says:

Sept. 22, 2008
the day we walked on the moon

Paul Stiverson Says:

Sept. 22, 2008
What is the title of this post in reference to?

trey hooper Says:

Sept. 22, 2008
I wouldn\'t say I really flat out cried. But you could have filled a shot-glass with the amount of tears that were hanging in my eyes over the course of the 30 minutes or so. And I\'m not in the least bit ashamed to admit it either so suck it!

Paul Stiverson Says:

Sept. 22, 2008
I heard you cried… gg candyass. I was shaking like a leaf on a tree when I got mine (and I hadn’t been anticipating the moment my whole life, just the 5 previous years).

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