Through and Through!

Dyed in the wool. True blue!

From the picture below, I am clearly truly actually blue.

"I don't only bleed blue. I AM blue!"

Before I share the story of that picture, let me preface:

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I have an unnatural amount of school spirit.

Not so much in elementary school (is it possible to have school spirit in elementary school?) and not so much in middle school (once again, no one has school spirit there. It's a spiritless place in general).

But HIGH SCHOOL. Woooo-eeee. In high school, it hit me hard.

I blame the fact that I participated in my high school's athletic teams. It was hard to be completely invested in a team's success and not have enthusiasm for the school, or the single unifying factor, for that team.

Translation: it was hard to want Silverado tennis to kick Coronado tennis's butt without cheering for Silverado hardcore. (man does Silverado tennis hate Coronado tennis! Or they did like 4 years ago...)

Anywho. This enthusiasm bleed over to school spirit for all aspects of Silverado.. dress up days, Powder Puff games, assemblies, sporting events, concerts, plays.. yup. The whole she-bang.

I classify "hardcore" as going to CVS at 10pm on a Thursday night to buy purple nail polish for a spirit day the next day.

I was hardcore.

Silverado boasted the purple and teal and man, did I rock that purple and teal.

Do you have teal eye shadow? I did. Did you actually wear it in public? I shouldn't have, but I did.

Purple eye shadow, teal-ish face paint and
Skyhawk tennis tshirt. the glory days. 

But high school is over. I don't want to go back, but that's okay. I'm at BYU now and that Silverado school spirit seed that I feed so lovingly in high school has grown into a beautiful BYU spirit plant.. that was a weird metaphor.

But why am I blue in the picture at the top? Because I have so much school spirit, I don't only bleed blue, I AM blue.

But really. Every Homecoming week, BYUSA hosts an event that's actually called "True Blue."

It's basically a whoooooole bunch of blue foam. On a tarp. Downhill. Run, jump and slide, baby. It was glorious.

You may have enough school spirit to go to basketball games or even football games, but come talk to me when you're willing to:

a) run and slide down a giant hill covered in blue foam risking suffocation underneath all that frothy goodness

b) risk your clothing (including underwear) being dyed blue (hint: it doesn't come out. At least it didn't for me!)

c) get sick for a week afterwards because, let's be real, sliding down a hill of foam in shorts in October in Utah just isn't smart

or, last but not least,

d) let two perfect strangers (on two separate occasions) wipe their faces on your shirt just because they asked politely.


Cause I totes did all that.

AND I WAS HAPPY ABOUT IT

Sadly, NO, I actually do not have blue eye shadow that I wear to basketball games. Not because I have lost any school spirit, but because I have lost at least a little of my fashion naivety. (who let me leave the house with purple eye shadow on??)

#TRUEBLUE #THROUGHANDTHROUGH

#cougarpride

and because you're all dying of curiosity.. some of my glorious dress up day outfits:

Would you believe me if I told you I was really shy and quiet in high school?
PS: the bottom right was my bowling team uniform. That's right. I was bowling team cool.