Weekend
Well, the weekend finally came and just as fast as I could blink, it went away.
Friday was nice, some relaxation and some Natty Night. Good night with friends and finally a sense of normalcy is back in the football world. I decided to sell my ticket and work the game on Saturday. I am very glad I did, I love my job and the people I work with. I had gone to sleep at around 5 30 the morning of, and was woken up at 8 to get a haircut, I fell asleep as I was gettin my haircut. I arrived to the Lawton Room at about 11 30, ate some food and talk as we waited for the Recruits to arrive. The recruits arrived around 1 and I had the opportunity to talk to quite a few of them ( two which committed today!) At around 1 30 I took the recruits to Mikes new cage and gave them a tour of the new habitat, what happened next couldnt have been any better. As if I didnt have enough purple and gold running through my veins, the recruits were starting to feel theirs change color from red. As i finished talking and started walking back, the band began marching down the hill and into the stadium. This made the recruits go crazy. Before the game, we made our usual trip onto the field for pre game. During this time, after looking for friends in the stands, I found the "quiet recruit" as I called him. He was from Tennesse, and remained very quiet throughout the day. I got to talking to him about football, not neccesarily LSU and it was just good to see him smile and say thank you for just talking to him. I love talking to people, especially about what I love: Football. As kickoff approached I went back down into the Lawton room for some Air conditioning and food before I went into the stadium. I watched the game in about every different place possible. I went from my fraternity, to see Savanna, Shannon and Heather, to my dad and brothers, to the Lawton Room, to the real student section, back to my fraternity. I dont think I stopped and sat down the entire game. The best part of my weekend was not the game, but immediatley after. I never felt more proud to be an LSU Tiger than after the Florida game. The players finally were given the chance to sing the alma mater with students after the game. I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride in this. I felt like I had something to do with it, I felt not like a part of a university but a family. The walk home was even more rewarding. As I left the Lawton Room, the moon was shining through the oaks and the band was just exiting the stadium and making their march to their respective home. I followed the band the entire way down Dalrymple and soaked up the atmosphere of not A Saturday Night In Tiger Stadium, but a Saturday night Under the Oaks of LSU, parading through the streets with crazy fans. I felt like a was a part of something and I felt like I had accomplished something great. When I got home, Kearny came over and I passed out. When I woke up it was midnight and I just walked over to the Acacia House. We had a band, and the turn out was really good. My friend Katie showed up and we danced and shared some good times. Ella, Ali and the gang showed up as well. At around 3 I came home and passed out, only to wake up early once more. I had to give a tour to someone interviewing for an administrative position here at LSU, the guy was cool and the tour, very different. It was the first tour I shared with two people that normally arent tour guides, and the first tour Ive taken someone off course. Jay and Lindsey felt obligated to take the man to the Tiger Cage, were once again a non local was in awe of its size. After the tour, I headed to Ambassador Training. It was cool, but long. After that I went to mass and then Students on Target, where I got to spend hours, working on a poster board. I learned alot today as well that Ive been knowing for a while now but never thought I would care. Well now I do. In everything I do, every project I work on, every person I meet. I give one hundred and ten percent. Im not doing it ANYMORE. It is getting me no where. Its really starting to bother me, that I do so much ( and Im sorry if this sounds like Im bragging, but Im not) for diff. organizations, diff. people in my life, and its not that I get nothing in return ( because Im satisfied with the fact I gave something my all, and accomplished it) but the fact that I get stomped on and treated like SHIT in return. Im a very nice person, but recently Im starting to establish, that nice gets you no where, kindness is something merley of the past and that everyone in this world is out to fuck someone else, just because they are scared to take the fall. I will tell you something I shared with someone not too long ago in a type of ice breaker we played at a provost council meeting. The question "what has been your greatest LSU experience?" Of course, this question is very hard to answer, I have had incredible LSU experiences which I can share for you for days, but when this question was asked I thought long and hard about it, and when I gave my answer, my partner was shocked. They greatest experience I have had at LSU, that has impacted my life in more ways than one, has been losing a Student Government election last Spring. Never in my life have I worked so hard, never in my life have I met so many people and had hopes of accomplishing something great. Running in an election was new to me at the time, which is odd being I want to do this for the rest of my life. After two months of working hard and "paying my dues" : I failed! When they announced the winners, I was not a part of their circle. Never at that moment did I want anything more. But in failure, comes success. Failing made me realize that I had to work even harder to get where I wanted to go. No one can ever just start at the top, they have to work from the bottom. I guess in writing in this, Im hoping people will realize this and learn from it. If more people were to fall and fail, instead of float above everyone else, then maybe, just maybe we can get more done in life, and be thankful for what we have. Ive failed many times in life, but never did I get anything out of it until now. About a month later I was given the position I was hoping for, and to this day, I work day and night in hopes to make things better for those I represent and the entire University. So I guess in closing, yes Im very mad that I go through so much and do alot and continually get fucked for it, but in the back of my head Im hoping that eventually everything I do will take me somewhere farther down the road that everything I have learned will be the greatest thing Ive taken from this University, and hopefully, someone, someone out their feels the same way I do or learns from me or others, because there are others out there who do the same I do, and get kicked down on just as bad. There is hope and there is a way, but its a matter of how long it will take and who you will run across for anyone to realize this.
-Andrew
Friday was nice, some relaxation and some Natty Night. Good night with friends and finally a sense of normalcy is back in the football world. I decided to sell my ticket and work the game on Saturday. I am very glad I did, I love my job and the people I work with. I had gone to sleep at around 5 30 the morning of, and was woken up at 8 to get a haircut, I fell asleep as I was gettin my haircut. I arrived to the Lawton Room at about 11 30, ate some food and talk as we waited for the Recruits to arrive. The recruits arrived around 1 and I had the opportunity to talk to quite a few of them ( two which committed today!) At around 1 30 I took the recruits to Mikes new cage and gave them a tour of the new habitat, what happened next couldnt have been any better. As if I didnt have enough purple and gold running through my veins, the recruits were starting to feel theirs change color from red. As i finished talking and started walking back, the band began marching down the hill and into the stadium. This made the recruits go crazy. Before the game, we made our usual trip onto the field for pre game. During this time, after looking for friends in the stands, I found the "quiet recruit" as I called him. He was from Tennesse, and remained very quiet throughout the day. I got to talking to him about football, not neccesarily LSU and it was just good to see him smile and say thank you for just talking to him. I love talking to people, especially about what I love: Football. As kickoff approached I went back down into the Lawton room for some Air conditioning and food before I went into the stadium. I watched the game in about every different place possible. I went from my fraternity, to see Savanna, Shannon and Heather, to my dad and brothers, to the Lawton Room, to the real student section, back to my fraternity. I dont think I stopped and sat down the entire game. The best part of my weekend was not the game, but immediatley after. I never felt more proud to be an LSU Tiger than after the Florida game. The players finally were given the chance to sing the alma mater with students after the game. I felt a sense of accomplishment and pride in this. I felt like I had something to do with it, I felt not like a part of a university but a family. The walk home was even more rewarding. As I left the Lawton Room, the moon was shining through the oaks and the band was just exiting the stadium and making their march to their respective home. I followed the band the entire way down Dalrymple and soaked up the atmosphere of not A Saturday Night In Tiger Stadium, but a Saturday night Under the Oaks of LSU, parading through the streets with crazy fans. I felt like a was a part of something and I felt like I had accomplished something great. When I got home, Kearny came over and I passed out. When I woke up it was midnight and I just walked over to the Acacia House. We had a band, and the turn out was really good. My friend Katie showed up and we danced and shared some good times. Ella, Ali and the gang showed up as well. At around 3 I came home and passed out, only to wake up early once more. I had to give a tour to someone interviewing for an administrative position here at LSU, the guy was cool and the tour, very different. It was the first tour I shared with two people that normally arent tour guides, and the first tour Ive taken someone off course. Jay and Lindsey felt obligated to take the man to the Tiger Cage, were once again a non local was in awe of its size. After the tour, I headed to Ambassador Training. It was cool, but long. After that I went to mass and then Students on Target, where I got to spend hours, working on a poster board. I learned alot today as well that Ive been knowing for a while now but never thought I would care. Well now I do. In everything I do, every project I work on, every person I meet. I give one hundred and ten percent. Im not doing it ANYMORE. It is getting me no where. Its really starting to bother me, that I do so much ( and Im sorry if this sounds like Im bragging, but Im not) for diff. organizations, diff. people in my life, and its not that I get nothing in return ( because Im satisfied with the fact I gave something my all, and accomplished it) but the fact that I get stomped on and treated like SHIT in return. Im a very nice person, but recently Im starting to establish, that nice gets you no where, kindness is something merley of the past and that everyone in this world is out to fuck someone else, just because they are scared to take the fall. I will tell you something I shared with someone not too long ago in a type of ice breaker we played at a provost council meeting. The question "what has been your greatest LSU experience?" Of course, this question is very hard to answer, I have had incredible LSU experiences which I can share for you for days, but when this question was asked I thought long and hard about it, and when I gave my answer, my partner was shocked. They greatest experience I have had at LSU, that has impacted my life in more ways than one, has been losing a Student Government election last Spring. Never in my life have I worked so hard, never in my life have I met so many people and had hopes of accomplishing something great. Running in an election was new to me at the time, which is odd being I want to do this for the rest of my life. After two months of working hard and "paying my dues" : I failed! When they announced the winners, I was not a part of their circle. Never at that moment did I want anything more. But in failure, comes success. Failing made me realize that I had to work even harder to get where I wanted to go. No one can ever just start at the top, they have to work from the bottom. I guess in writing in this, Im hoping people will realize this and learn from it. If more people were to fall and fail, instead of float above everyone else, then maybe, just maybe we can get more done in life, and be thankful for what we have. Ive failed many times in life, but never did I get anything out of it until now. About a month later I was given the position I was hoping for, and to this day, I work day and night in hopes to make things better for those I represent and the entire University. So I guess in closing, yes Im very mad that I go through so much and do alot and continually get fucked for it, but in the back of my head Im hoping that eventually everything I do will take me somewhere farther down the road that everything I have learned will be the greatest thing Ive taken from this University, and hopefully, someone, someone out their feels the same way I do or learns from me or others, because there are others out there who do the same I do, and get kicked down on just as bad. There is hope and there is a way, but its a matter of how long it will take and who you will run across for anyone to realize this.
-Andrew