Those Good Old Baylor Days

Every year, during Baylor's homecoming, I really, really miss my alma mater.

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My years at Baylor were amazing. I met my best friends there, I fell in love there, and I "grew up" there. It's a tradition in my family to attend Baylor, and I felt an ubiquitous comfort that my grandfather had walked in those buildings, my mom had, my cousins had, and so forth.

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I miss my time in South Russell and in Brooks Flats. I miss sitting in Carrol Science in old, wooden desks with enormous windows that overlooked stretching green lawns and trees older than the university (which, by the way, is the oldest university in Texas). I miss eating at Penland. I miss Dia Del Oso. I miss studying for hours in the enormous libraries when finals crept up. I miss working at the Institute for Oral History, where I discovered that I wanted to be an editor. I miss my Law classes, my English classes, and my Philosophy classes. I miss going to football games and tailgating with my friends. I miss rushing the football field in the Baylor Line. I miss Christmas on 5th Street. I miss Dr. Pepper Hour. I miss staying up late without a worry in the world.

I know I'm setting myself up for a huge withdrawal from my bank account when I do this, but every night, I sing my son That Good Old Baylor Line:

That good old Baylor line!

That good old Baylor line!

We'll march forever down the years,

As long as stars shall shine.

We'll fling our green and gold afar

To light the ways of time,

And guide us as we onward go;

That good old Baylor line!



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