Posted by Lori~
Graduating from high school for both Ethne and I was bittersweet…we were ready to move on, and sad too because we had a FANTASTIC high school experience. Our last summer spent together pre-college was filled with lots of memories and trust us LOTS OF RIOTING!
|Sumo wrestling at our after-grad party! SO ANGRY! SO RIOTING!|
Ethne and I were and are planners and we were all set to attend college as freshman, but we both picked very different collegiate paths.
|Our HS football cheer team (I am on the left and Ethne is right next to me)|
I was set to attend Dickinson State University in Dickinson, ND. What you need to know is that DSU is the rodeo capital of ND and FULL of cowboys. I am typically not a cowboy kind of girl, but this college was sure to be just right for me. (I did learn how to jitterbug and 2-step during my 2 years at DSU (eventually I did transfer to MSU Moorhead located on the border of Fargo, ND)).
Ethne on the other hand headed to St. Olaf College, a private Lutheran Norwegian college, located in Northfield, Minnesota. No cowboys at St. Olaf College—mostly just preppy Scandinavians.
We were set to head to college and we devised a plan. A mission! A competition that would include Lots of RIOTING AND FUN! The challenge was to gather wrangler patches! There would be a winner (What? We are not sure!) But any chance to riot was right up our alley. Now first, you must be thinking, is this really even a legitimate competition? Well, I must say I thought that my Blue Hawk Rodeo College would give me an advantage.
And so we set-out on our quest. Now, a wrangler patch I soon discovered is a sign of honor for a cowboy. He would wear that patch prominently and it was an indicator that he wasn’t taken (at least this is my interpretation of the entire thing). So, I would ask and of course the typical response was no. But, I will say that I did get a few patches from a few nice cowboys. (On another note…wrangler patches are to be removed with something other than a scissor—you get the picture). And so I was failing at this mission and of course Ethne was failing at this mission.
That is until we hit a house party in Williston together (our hometown). This was of course during our first year of college and would meet the requirements. Score—it was a cowboy party! And I am ashamed to say (sorry cowboys living in Williston who threw the fabulous party), but we hit their closet and went to town…and left with a nice collection of wrangler patches.
I held onto those patches for several years, and still may have them somewhere in my college collectibles. Ethne on the other hand…