I have no idea of my college had an alma mater. But my high school one? I know and can still sing toay

My college roommate (who was from Northern Ohio and therefore did not go to high school with me) knew -- and might still know -- my high school fight song, because I would sing it whenever I got drunk. Which was often. I still know it, as well as the camp song for the Girl Scout camp I went to in elementary school.

However, I have no idea what my college alma mater OR fight song are.

I used to know Notre Dame's fight song, because The Boy I Loved For 5 Years Who Didn't Love Me Back went there for undergrad.

Yeah, I know.

I played clarinet, and bass clarinet in the concert band. We actually had a great pep band, one that was recognized around the country as one of the best from a college that didn't have a music department or degree--we were all volunteers earning no credit, just having fun. My freshman year, we played Indiana University in the NIT basketball tourney and were able to bring about 25 band members to Bloomington for the game. Afterwards, Nick, the director, told all of us that he spoke with the IU band director during halftime who asked him how many music majors Nick had. When Nick told him none since Marquette didn't offer one, the guy was blown away.

Sousa wrote us a march back in the early '20s, as well. It was not a good one, but we still had to play it a lot in concerts, since Nick was a huge march enthusiast (he was involved in Civil War band reenactment).

So last night I went to my local hippie gourmet grocery, and they had Chobani!! They didn't used to. I just had some for lunch and it was delish.

How many of us remember our Alma Maters because they were basically drinking songs?

Yeah... thought so.

My grade school sports song thingie was sung to the tune of the theme to the Mickey Mouse Club Show:

So was my alma mater. No, really.

I could sing that and my high school alma mater, but the fight song was instrumental and I don't think I could really replicate it. I can get through a c aouple of lines of my elementary school fight song: Sing out for the Riveroaks Eagles/ and for the good old Red and White . . . though as far as I know we didn't have sports teams so I don't know why we needed a fight song.

So last night I went to my local hippie gourmet grocery, and they had Chobani!!

Yay! I like the big tub of vanilla Chobani, but the individual size cartons of the fruit ones are also great. I had the raspberry--yum! Although I will also advocate for the brand Greek Goddess, even though it is lower in protein, because they have a honey yogurt that is oh so delish.

I had the peach. I am impressed with the amount of protein, here's hoping it's enough to get me through the day. I have Luna bars just in case, though.

All of you are prompting me to remember the last part of our alma mater:

We will always remember you!
Cherish and honor your white and blue
Never will shame dim your glorious name
Hail to our loved Notre Dame!

HAHAHAHAHAH! That kills me that it's been 21 years and I can remember the whole damn thing.

I don't even know what a drinking song is. You people are aliens.

I told my boss I would call him, and now I'm avoidy. Dude, you set yourself up for this. Bite the fucking bullet.

Our song is "The Eyes of Texas Are Upon You." It is as alarming as it sounds.