I have a love affair with my alma mater.  For two years, I had the pleasure to attend the University of Wisconsin and be a badger.  As long as I have been a Wisconsinite (read: my entire life), I have always cheered for those in Cardinal Red and White.

Being a badger means a many things.  It means having the endurance to literally jump between the third and fourth quarter of a Wisconsin football game during “Jump Around.”  It means climbing up onto Abe Lincoln’s lap in celebration of graduation.  It means knowing all of the words to “Varsity,” “If You Want to Be a Badger,” and “On, Wisconsin.”  It means complaining about those taking the 80 up Bascom Hill, drinking pitchers of beer outside on the Terrace, and knowing who Tunnel Bob and Scanner Dan are.  Most importantly, it means always referring to the University of Minnesota as a safety school (Sorry Golden Gophers!) and always waiting for the end of the 5th Quarter.

No matter where life takes me, I will always proudly be a Badger.

Working at College Library during finals week. {Spring 2011}

Celebrating Senior day at Memorial Union. {Spring 2012}

At the Ask Listen Save suicide prevention walk. {Spring 2013}

Holding the famous Paul Bunyon Axe during Homecoming. {Fall 2011}

Officially a Badger. {Spring 2010}

At the third annual Helen C. Houseparty at College Library. {Fall 2011}

At the Chancellor’s Reception. {Fall 2010}