We might not have won, but damn if more than half the student section didn’t stay until the end. That’s what I call spirit.
Dear Finals,
Roses are red. Violets are blue. I have five fingers. The third one is for you.
Love,
College Students
But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes.
He’s got high apple pie in the sky hopes.
Freshman year. One month left. I want to feel like:

But mostly I feel like:
and 
So many exams. I’ll miss my friends. I need to find a summer job.