I’m partial to the Cowboys. I make the usual comments on how much OU Sooners suck and make faces when I see that my sister has dressed her children up in OU apparal. But for the most part, it’s just for show. My entire basis for being a OSU fan comes from 8th grade–we were taking a poll and we had to pick a team. I picked OSU.
Boom. Cowboy fan for life.
But as college drew near, I had to make a decision. OSU, OWU, TU, OU…some out of state college. I knew for the most part I would stay in Oklahoma. The only out of state colleges I even liked where in England–and I don’t think that I was going to get into Cambridge or Oxford. As the college catuolges were neatly collected in a pile, I knew my choices had come down to OSU in Stillwater or OWU in Bartlesville. Each had drawbacks. Each gave me a reason for going. I was confused.
In the end, I picked OWU. It was close to my family. It was close to Jordan. I had almost a full ride. It was small. No, I’m not getting the normal college experience. But I’m getting the kind of college experience I want. I don’t want to party. I don’t want to drink. I’m happy laying out my the pond, or staying up to one o’clock on my balcony because curfew is at 12:30. I’m happy here.
And that has made all the difference.
