Posted on: February 2, 2012



Why I love Penn State…and always will.



I grew up in a family of Penn State fans (most, not all…my sister is a traitor…and so is my step-grandpa).  I didn’t really get it when I was young.  I remember watching the championship game in 1994.  I remember watching football games on Saturdays with my dad or grandpa.  I became a Penn State fan by default…I wanted to be part of what my family found so amazing.  Little did I know that I would eventually live and breathe for the tradition and glory of “Old State”.

When I hit my teens, college was something I started thinking about.  In my early teens I just wanted to get out of Pennsylvania so I was thinking about UCLA.  I knew I wanted to be a psychiatrist.  I still would follow the Penn State football team but I never thought I’d be attending Penn State. 

I don’t know what the switch was.  I can’t explain what made me decide that Penn State was “it” for me.  Junior year of high school it was already solidified.  My SAT scores were right on the cusp and I was terrified…my grades were great but that didn’t make my acceptance a guarantee.  My senior year I hit the SAT mark I needed.  I applied in August…and I waited.  And waited.  And waited.  I joked that I was headed to Penn State for the parties but in the back of my head I was scared that I wasn’t going to get that envelope in the mail.  By January, I was positive I wasn’t going to get in and had to face the idea that maybe I wasn’t going to be a nittany lion.  When I got home from school that February day and saw the Penn State insignia on a large envelope, I burst into tears.  Here it was…my acceptance to the pre-medicine program at Penn State University!  I was going to be a nittany lion and at that point it solidified my future.  I was headed to University Park in fall of 2003 to start my future.  That day (the date escapes me) is still one of the most important days of my life.

My four years at Penn State (which will probably be featured in more depth in future posts) were the most amazing years of my life.  Nothing will EVER compare to the time I spent there.  Penn State became a part of my blood.  The amount of school spirit that you feel as a part of the Penn State family isn’t something that you can explain to someone who questions it.  Unless you know what it means to “meet at the HUB” or live in the dorms or stand on Old Main lawn, or to spend 48 hours on your feet for THON, or camp in Paternoville, you don’t have a complete picture of what it means to be “Penn State”.

While I didn’t leave my 4 years with a degree (and am now pursuing it once again at Penn State), I left with a sense of self and a pride in my school that rivals no other.  I can only thank Penn State for what it’s given me and what it continues to give to the world.

Penn State has taken a bad rep lately.  I won’t get into it, my feelings are simple.  Jerry Sandusky is slime and is guilty and will pay in hell.  One man does not a university make.  We are more than the scandal.  WE ARE…Penn State.  That’s all.  Penn State is not this scandal.  Penn State’s reputation will never tarnish in my mind.

For legend Joe Paterno, I pray he finds peace and his legacy is always seen for the positive thing it was.  “Success with honor” was his motto…and we, as a Penn State family, live it.

I will always bleed blue and white.  I will always drive up 322 and see a glimpse of Beaver Stadium and get goosebumps.  I will drive down Allen St. and get tears in my eyes.  I will always be…Penn State.  I can’t explain it more than that.  “Let no act of ours bring shame…”  Penn State will always be in the forefront of my life.  And Michigan still sucks.


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