It's been a slow couple of news days aside from the BBQ and Wormley committing (glad you finally chose the good guys), so I decided to raise a question to the board: what is your most proud moment being associated with the University of Michigan?
My time of being associated with UM has been filled with an enormous amount of pride. Every time I see the block M, whether on a t-shirt, a campus building, or anywhere else, I can feel the pride swell within me. Even despite how things have gone recently in football, I still take every opportunity I have to talk about Michigan-- football, basketball, and general scholastic endeavors. Whenever I do speak of UM, I do so with a smile and a sparkle in my eye, as I am speaking about the greatest University in the world.
For me, the most proud moment had to be when I got accepted to Michigan. I grew up in NY, but had always loved UM. It had always existed as an ideal for me, but one I did not think was reasonably attainable. My brother was a law student at UM, and he talked me in to applying (I was reluctant to waste the application fee only to not get in). I was on campus visiting him and the school, when I got a call from the University saying I was accepted. I was all alone in his apartment, so I was forced to dance and laugh maniacally to myself (the neighbors must have been concerned).
When I returned home, I was brimming with excitement. I had made my decision as soon as the admissions counselor told me I was accepted, and made a point to share my joy with everyone. The most common response I received was "Michigan?!?!? AWESOME!!." Being from a small town in NY, most people from my HS went to SUNY schools. Our valedictorian even went to a SUNY school (nothing against them, but in a town like mine it's hard to leave). So when people started making their decisions, college t-shirts started to become a part of every senior's wardrobe. I wore the maize and blue daily, counting down the hours until I could get on campus. And every time someone saw me with the block M, I could see that they understood why I walked around with my head held high and the biggest smile on my face, ever.
So, I will reiterate my question: what is your most proud moment?