with praise our cowbells ring.

I love Mississippi State.

No, strike that. I ADORE Mississippi State, and last night, that adoration was magnified to a whole 'nother level. Last night, we proved why we're a part of the SEC. Last night, Dan and our boys showed Georgia what its like to be a True Bulldog. That was seriously one of the best games of my life. I laughed. I cried. I almost choked on my pom pom. I screamed. I rang. I can hardly put into words how much I love this university. I truly believe that there is no sound more beautiful than 50,000 cowbells ringing together in a perfect harmony. I get chills when Bully and the team run onto the field, and singing the alma mater with the student section makes me tear up. I'm not going to lie. Last semester, things got so rough that I gave serious consideration to transferring back home. But then I remember where I am. I can't even fathom leaving this place. Leaving Mississippi State would leave a whole in my life so enormous, nothing could ever have the hopes of even beginning to fill it. Mississippi State has changed my life for the better and for good (yes, I just quoted Wicked :)) But seriously. I can't see myself anywhere else. I don't belong on a quad. I belong on the Drill Field. I don't need to be wearing orange, red, blue, yellow, crimson, purple, gold, or black. The only colors I will ever belong in are Maroon and White. I won't ever be a Vol, a Tiger, a Wildcat, a Gator, or (god forbid) a Rebel. I will always be a Bulldog. A Bulldog til I die. Don't hand me a shaker unless I've got a cowbell in my other hand. I want to tailgate on the Junction. I want to take a walk down Engineering Row. I want to eat at Mugshots and Bulldog Deli. Oby's and City Bagel. I want to stroll down Main Street. I want to play in the rain in the courtyard. I want to scream at a Dawg Rally. I want to dance at Barn Party. I want to be a Rowdy at the Hump. I want to ring my bell at Davis Wade. I want to see our boys on Scott Field.

I could go on and on, but I believe I've made my point.

Maroon and White. Maroon and White.
Of thee with joy we sing.
Thy colors bright, our souls delight,
With praise our cowbells ring.