Anonymous said: there is this one piece of classical music that always makes me think of batman. its Dance of the Knights by Sergei Prokofiev. look it up. It even sounds sorta similar to the batman 1989 theme. Its just super good and I needed to share this with someone who cared about batman.
Finally finished my cap! Inspired (obviously) by my favorite Disney movie- Tangled. Also for those of you who don’t know, I’ll be headed to Florida this fall to work at Disney! So I thought it’d be fun to put a nod to that on my cap. (I was truly tempted to put “Disney or Bust” but I thought better of it).
Congrats to the class of 2015! Especially my fellow aggies!
For the second time in three years Houston is sending a teenager to compete in the US Open. Walker Lee, 19, a freshman-to-be at Texas A&M, survived a playoff in the Houston local qualifier at River Oaks CC, then played superbly in the Dallas Sectional. Walker’s father Randy is a friend and an accomplished player in the Houston amateur scene. He’ll be on the bag this week. Similar to Cole and Gregg Hammer two years ago, I cannot imagine the rush of sharing this experience over Fathers Day weekend.
This Longhorn will be pulling for him. Gig ‘em!
Racism and ignorance clearly evident in our society, as experienced by my friend’s sister. This is what her potential dorm roommate, whom she had never met or talked to before, tweeted about her.
“Today I googled my last name and found this as one of the search results. Apparently, just by looking at my profile picture, I am Indian and I can barely speak english. This, my friends, is a prime example of racial profiling. I am an American citizen. I was born in Houston, Texas. My roots are not from India but from Africa. My parents are Algerian. I am Algerian American. English is my primary language and it is a struggle for me to speak my parent’s native tongue. My name is pronounced exactly as it is spelled. I wear a hijab (a head covering), and not a niqab ( a facial covering that excludes the eyes) though I do admire, respect, and find the beauty in all those who do choose to wear the niqab. But this girl is right, I probably would have had a heart attack living with a person who could not, and refused to, respect me and my beliefs. I can only thank God for an opening of a single room shortly after they assigned this roommate, way before I knew she had posted any of this. Alhamdullilah. I also thank God for being born in Houston, one of the most multicultural cities in the United States, and not experiencing racism like this everyday of my life.
Sunday is my move in day and the start of my college career. This can be nothing but a good sign for the years to come, inshaAllah.
In conclusion, I urge everyone, please, don’t judge a person by their appearances. Racism exists in this nation because we continue to do so. We have to look beyond the covers of appearances and read the texts of their characters. Stand with me and #stopracism.”
"I messaged her privately with the screenshot of this post and the statement: Even though I will not be your roommate, I still want you to read this. I wish you the best of luck on your own journey at TAMU. Gig em.”
The girl has apologized and sincerely regrets saying these things. Please do not send her any hate or make her feel worse than she does. However, this is still a good lesson for everyone to learn. Always be kind and accepting to one another, and make an effort to stop racism.
Nine years ago today, my mom and I attended Muster in honor of my Fightin’ Texas Aggie dad, Kevin Hauser ‘90. Seeing how many people came to honor him, and to say “here” for the other Aggies that were lost that year, was the day I decided I would be an Aggie too. I wanted to be a part of a school that persisted long after the four years of college were over, and be part of a family that honored the ones that were no longer with them in such a special way.
If you are near a Muster tonight, and have the ability, please go. Honor the fallen Ags like my dad and the families like mine. You have no idea just how much it means to them, and the love and support that they would feel.
I honestly feel a little bit bad for Johnny Manziel.
I think he gets a bad rep everything that’s happened in his three years at A&M. He went from being a redshirt that nobody knew, to a potential starting QB in the doghouse for a summer arrest, to the star of college football, to a guy some people considered to be “out of control.” It’s been a roller coaster for him.
I think the offseason got blown way out of proportion. It’s well known that Johnny’s family is well off. I think most of the things we saw in the offseason can be attributed to that. Also, he's 21. He did a lot of things 21 year olds would probably do, and he got criticized for it. It just seemed to me that he wasn’t really ready for all the attention he got after he won the Heisman, and he wasn’t quite sure how to handle his “fame." As for the pay-for-autograph allegations, well, due to the ineptitude of the NCAA, I guess we’ll never know. But I wouldn’t blame him for taking money for his autograph, honestly.
His time in College Station has been plagued by too much attention. He has to have a police escort to get home after games, because everyone knows where he lives. He’s so highly scrutinized that he can hardly take a step without somebody questioning where he’s going. No kid wants that. Some handle it better than others, and admittedly, Johnny has not handled it very well. But nobody wants to be under a microscope like that.
He genuinely loves being an Aggie. It’s evident in the video from after the final home game of the season against Mississippi State. He loves his school and he loves his team. But everyone knows he won’t be back next year, and quite honestly I don’t blame him. He hasn’t been able to truly appreciate and enjoy his college experience like most other kids have. I don’t blame him for wanting to escape the fishbowl and be compensated for his talent and the persona that he brings. Hopefully, when he looks back on his three years in college, he’ll have some good memories to reminisce on.
Thanks for an unforgettable couple of years, Johnny. Gig ‘em.