re: Convince me.

thanks, but i didnt write it, i quoted it.

I bet this kid is convinced by now, either way.

LSU is unique. It's the only place I know where sofas belong on front porches,beer is as plentiful as water,keg push-ups are a form of exercise,and the parties never end.
LSU is about much more than classes,it's an experience that you will treasure your entire life. What is it about Baton Rouge that gets in your blood,Making you bleed purple and gold,and
intoxicates you (literally) with its sweet Southern comfort?
Maybe it's the beauty of the Quad, seeing
the gorgeous women Saying to yourself, Man,what I would do to meet her. Maybe it's the way it feels to sit on the grass of the Parade Grounds on a sunny day to study before a test,Only to get side tracked by the beauty of the campus, the people, the architecture, and the oaks.  Or could be...piling in a truck with six of your friends and riding around camups on a sunny afternoon,...deciding to head out to St. Francisville to go hunting or deciding to go to Grand Isle to go fishing one afternoon before your 8:30 class the next morning...barhopping in New Orleans for the night...catching your favorite local band in Tiger Land and knowing one day soon
they'll be famous...hanging out at Georges, catching the beer and burgers special on Friday...eating the heart attack in a box from Canes and enjoying every minute of it...spending more time trying to see who's in the library than you do actually researching; laughing at the drunk guy who was arrested for singing in his boxers after a football game...storming the field after a upset knowing the goal posts are coming down despite the state troopers that act as a pathetic
deterrent,and taking your piece of the field with you as a memoir...stopping and realizing when you're out with your best friends that these are the people that will one day be in your wedding. Maybe it's the football games, finding a date the night before, dressing up,sitting in the student section trying to keep dry, trying to stomach a Beam and Coke at 7 a.m. after a Friday night, and recognizing that same excitement in the eyes of older alumni who keep coming back year after year, joining their old friends and hoping to catch a glimpse of their youthful times at LSU.
Our time here was short, but we made the best of it. We were only there four or five years(some people six or seven, if they knew how to work their parents). Now we're making road trips TO Baton Rouge instead of FROM it, joining our old college buddies still dressing up for the games and still scanning the crowd for familiar faces. But one day, we'll be dressing differently and the familiar faces will be a little more scarce. We will have moved off to our own little world, engulfed in whatever endeavour we seek. But when we return, that same excitement will be rekindled. We'll look over into that student section and
remember when it was our time here and how quickly it came and went. We'll wonder about all those people we used to know; Where are they now?;Are they successful? What about that cute person I had a crush on. ;Is she married? Whatever happened to that guy in Free Speech Alley? ;It is everything Bama isn't...Ole Miss's worst nightmare. A Southerners wish and a Northerners dream.
The pride and joy of the Great State of Louisiana. A place where every fan bleeds purple and gold,And would rather be in Death Valley than anywhere else on a Saturday night. It's where we make those friends that we never loose touch with, Those companions that you can relate to, The ones that remember pledgeship,And all the things that scared you to death, and you sure as hell didn't want to do,But did it anyway,and laugh about now. Yes, we'll lose touch with a lot of people and names will be forgotten, but you'll ALWAYS have your close friends from your days at LSU. You'll email, talk on the phone, play bridge or have supper clubs on Tuesday nights.
You'll go hunting, or fishing, or just have a beer You'll tailgate at your almamater with everyone else, Only to have that swelling sense of pride
explode in your heart. One day you will be a parent and your child will sport a Little Tiger shirt and hat,(the kids we see all to frequently on game days) Yes, you will be one of those individuals, The proud parent that reminisces about the good ole days. When you are back at that stadium, looking at it with awe in the company of old friends. Most of your conversations will
begin with these two special words that will have the power to make you laugh or cry or simply smile- remember when......GEAUX TIGERS!!!

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another great post

ya'll are getting ready for this fall. I'm gonna be a freshman. Jesus what am I getting myself into?

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other choices: UTSA(tranfer to UT,) Sam Houston, Baylor

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Baylor?

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Bob, what will you be majoring in?

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he said Political Science

Big Choke Bob--

When you come in for a visit, make sure you get an introduction to Prof. Jim Stoner, chairman of Political Science--and tell him that the Tiger Rant sent you. He'll get a big kick out that one.

And one other thing, since no school in America--and this especially includes the Harvards, Berkeleys and UTs--any longer insists on your having a core curriculum in the "greatest that has been thought and said" by Western Civilization, ask Prof. Stoner for suggestions on designing a REAL curriculum. That way you can come out with a real education to go with the memories of those long-legged blondes in the quadrangle on a fine Spring day.