“We don’t have any campuses in Maine!” she said.
I’m kidding, of course. Penn State was my dream school. That lady could have told 1,000 bad jokes and it wouldn’t have swayed my interest.
She could have told me that every dorm was haunted and that I would live in an eight-person room with no privacy freshman year, and I still would have happily attended (one of those things
DID happen! Shoutout to Frank, Joe, Mike, Nick, AJ, Mikey, and Tin Man).
I was indoctrinated into the cult of Penn State football at a very young age, thanks to a family friend, Mr. Robert Luca. He brought my parents, two Rutgers graduates, to their first game in 2001 the game where Penn State cornerback Adam Taliaferro led the team onto the field a year after a career-ending injury where he lost, and later regained, the ability to walk. Needless to say, from that game on, they were hooked.