Not too long ago, my mother returned some papers, awards, and documents that she had in her possession. She said we (my siblings and I) should share the information with our children and grandchildren. We all had a good laugh over the rough draft of the essay I submitted to Purdue University. I’m so glad that they wanted to meet the person who wrote it. The essay served as a re-introduction to the person that I still am. So, thanks, Mom, for keeping a part of me.
Hail Purdue. Here’s the chorus:
HAIL, HAIL TO OLD PURDUE! ALL HAIL TO OUR OLD GOLD AND BLACK! HAIL, HAIL TO OLD PURDUE! OUR FRIENDSHIP MAY SHE NEVER LACK. EVER GRATEFUL, EVER TRUE, THUS WE RAISE OUR SONG ANEW OF THE DAYS WE’VE SPENT WITH YOU, ALL HAIL OUR OWN PURDUE!