Saturday Down South

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Dear J,

This past weekend was nearly perfect. The Aggies won, there was a baptism, I got to hang out with my friends, I got to watch my little brother march into the game, and I got to see my all-time favorite missionary! I also went around campus and got a lot of good pictures for the polaroid album I’m making for my missionary’s birthday.

Baptism

On Saturday morning, one of my friends got baptized. It was a pretty incredible experience to witness. There were a lot of people there to support her. We sang some hymns and some of her close friends and family members bore their testimonies and gave talks on baptism and the gifts she’d be receiving. Her brother-in-law got the be the one to baptize her. That must have been awesome for the both of them. The missionaries also got up front and sang Come Thou Fount. They sounded pretty good!

O Brother, Where Art Thou?

After that I took some of the elders and my roommate to the Institute where we just hung out. The sisters came while my roommate was unveiling his list of the top missionaries he’s met so far. While the missionaries were pleading their cases on why they deserved to be higher on the list, I went across the street to campus so I could watch my brother march in. While I was waiting in the Quad for him, this lady and her family decided to stand directly in front of me. I didn’t move an inch. They were uncomfortably close to me but I was there first! For every selfie they took, I stared directly into the camera. I was basically breathing down the lady’s neck.

reveille and the corps

I ended up not seeing my brother because I couldn’t find him in the formations. All the corps guys basically look the same and I couldn’t find his squadron’s flag. I was there, though. At least I got some good polaroids of the Fightin’ Texas Aggie Band and one of Reveille (A&M’s mascot)! I’m a little torn on if I want to give the one of Reveille to my favorite missionary or if I want to keep it for myself. I think I can make the sacrifice for her!

Fightin' Texas Aggie band

After the Corps marched past me, I decided it would be the perfect time to go around to some iconic spots on campus and get some polaroids. It was some good timing because everyone was heading to the game so there weren’t that many people crowding the statues and landmarks that I wanted to get pictures of. My favorite pictures from that day were probably the ones of Sully, the Century Tree, and the big Aggie ring. In case you don’t know what those things are, I’ll explain them.

iconic Aggie statues

Sully

Lawrence Sullivan Ross was the first president of Texas A&M. It’s said that students used to go to his office to get help with their studies and they were so grateful for his help that they would offer to pay him. He wouldn’t accept their money but instead asked for a penny for their thoughts. That started the tradition of us putting a penny on Sully’s statue before we take an exam. Some people have tried to petition to get Sully’s statue taken down based the fact that he was a Confederate general and on an unfounded accusation that he was in the KKK. I am not one of those people and will not let Sully be taken down but that’s for another blog post.

more iconic statues and the century tree

The Century Tree

The Century Tree is a 100+ year old live oak and one of the first trees planted on the Texas A&M campus. The tradition goes that if you and your boyfriend or girlfriend walk under it together, you’ll get married and if you propose under it, your marriage will last forever. If I ever propose, I’m gonna try and do it under that tree but we’ll see. Some people also say that if you walk under it alone, you’ll be forever alone. I used to have a class right on the other side of the tree where it would be easier to walk under it than around it. Even in the pouring rain, I would walk all the way around that tree. Couldn’t risk it.

Aggie Ring

The Aggie ring is probably one of the most recognizable symbols of Texas A&M. Every Aggie has the opportunity to get one once they’ve completed 90 hours. It’s a huge deal to get one. You’re basically wearing you blood, sweat, and tears right there on your finger and showing the world that you’re an Aggie. Aggies get their rings on their designated Ring Day at the Alumni Center. In front of the center is a massive replica of the Aggie ring that people love to take pictures under.

Aggie ring dunk

Another tradition involving the ring is the Ring Dunk. Once you get that thousand dollar ring, you drop it in a pitcher full of beer. Then you chug the pitcher and catch the ring in your teeth! It took me about a minute to finish my pitcher and then I threw up right after. I was one of the last people who got to have a pitcher with the original (read: not hideous or created by Nike) TAMU seal on it. The board of regents went ahead and ruined everything after that. But that’s also for another blog post.

Proselytizing

After I finished sweating to death in the pursuit of the perfect polaroids for my missionary, I took the other missionaries around campus (looking for potential investigators just in case anyone asks). They actually got a Corps guy who was interested in learning more. Here’s how that conversation started off:

Cadet: What are y’all doing here all dressed up?

Elder: We’re missionaries from the church.

Cadet: Oh cool what church?

Elder: The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Cadet: Oooh Mormons!

Elder: …yes *sorry President Nelson*

Bonfire Memorial

After that I showed them the Reveille graveyard (we’re on Reveille IX right now) and then we went to the Bonfire Memorial. If you don’t know, A&M used to light a huge bonfire on campus before the annual Thanksgiving game. We still have one but we’re not allowed to have it on campus anymore.

The reason the school doesn’t it on campus is because on November 18, 1999 at 2:42 am, the bonfire collapsed and 12 Aggies lost their lives. It was a tragedy that rocked the community but also showed the resilience of the Aggie spirit. The memorial consists of a stone with the date and time of the collapse etched on its face surrounded by twelve portals. One portal for each victim. The portals have an etching of the Aggie along with some information about them. Each portal is facing the hometown of the Aggie it represents. You can learn more here.

It was a somber experience walking in the middle of that memorial at night. There was no one there but me and the elders. The only noise we could hear were the passing cars and a few shouts from Kyle Field. I hope they enjoyed the experience and were able to take something away from it. I know I was.

It was a great way to cap off a great day. The weekend ended on an even higher note but that’s going to get its own post.

-Jeston

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Brotherly Love

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Dear J,

My little brother starts college this week. It’s pretty crazy. I still remember him as that little baby I grew up with in a trailer in Somerville. He used to run around in nothing but a diaper and little baby cowboy boots. He would love to run around the woods with me and our sister. Our parents would always dress us in the same style clothes like we were twins even though we were five years apart and didn’t look the same.

Wanna Be A Baller

Growing up, we played sports and were each other’s biggest fans. We would be at every baseball, football, and basketball game that the other had, cheering him on at the top of our lungs. Later on when I was in college, he joined the tennis team for a little bit and I’d come down to watch him in tournaments. He was incredibly gifted in just about every sport he tried and was way more determined to excel than I ever was. It’s that heart and determination he brings with him to college that I know is going to see him through. He doesn’t quit and he can’t lose.

Rough and Tumble

I put him through a lot as a kid, though. I’ve hurt him a lot and it’s a wonder he still puts up with me. The earliest memory I have of hurting him is when he was about one or two years old. For some reason, I thought people’s heads were basically connected to their necks like a joint on an action figure. I wanted to test that out so I tried to pick him up by the head and swing him around. It didn’t work too well because he started crying once I wrapped my arms around his head and picked him up. One time we were “sword fighting” with those twist top mechanical pencils and I had untwisted the lead until it was really long. I ended up stabbing him in the wrist with it and my mom had to pull the lead out with tweezers. Another time, I was throwing plastic dollar store darts at him and busted a little hole in his forehead. Another time I pulled a tree branch back and let it whack him in the face. A big ol stick got stuck in his eyelid.

Knocked TF Out

The worst thing I think I ever did to him, though, was knock his front teeth out. A lot of people threaten people and say they’re gonna do it, but I actually did it. I didn’t do it on purpose, though. We were all at the beach that day. Me, my brother, and my sister were splashing around in the water while my parents and grandma were chilling in the sand. Me and my brother thought it would be a good idea to start throwing sand at each other. My mom saw us and told us to quit throwing sand so we did but we found a loophole and started throwing bits of coral at each other. The last piece of coral I threw skipped off the water and hit him square in the front teeth. They turned to dust. I try to think of ways to talk my out of what just happened but it was pretty clear there was no way that was going to happen. He’s got fake front teeth now and I feel bad about it pretty much every day. I wish I had enough money to give him the best implants. I love him so much and wish I could take back all those times I hurt him.

Ragrets

I know he knows I love him. He’s probably already forgiven me and forgotten about most of those things (except for breaking his front teeth) but it still sucks that I did all that. It makes me almost tear up thinking about the times I made him cry, the times I made him feel like I didn’t care about him. But I do and I always will.

Brand New Man

I’m not gonna lie, I choked up a little bit when I saw him with his shaved head marching down the field with his squadron. He looked like a new man. He looked like a completely different person. When I left for college, he was a little thirteen year old kid. He hadn’t even been through some of the biggest challenges life was about to throw at him. That’s another one of those irrational regrets that I have. I know how hard life was between 13 and 18. Balancing your social life, home life, and the stress of trying to keep up your grades to get scholarships for college so you’re not buried in debt when you graduate. Those few years were incredibly taxing. Sometimes I get upset with myself for not being there to guide him through that. I know I was away at college and tried to text him as much advice as I could but I wish I was physically there for him.

Here We Go Again

The go thing is, I’m here now. I live about ten minutes from campus and will be seeing him as much as possible. I don’t want to smother him but I also don’t want to waste any opportunity of seeing my best friend. Maybe I’ll have a second chance to help him with some of those life problems he’ll undoubtedly face in college. Hopefully he won’t run into too many, but I’ll be here if he does.

So, J, that’s what’s been on my mind. My little brother’s in college and it’s given us a whole new chance to to grow together.I won’t waste this chance. And if you’re reading this, little bro, good luck out there. I love you.

-Jeston

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