Born and Bred Hokie
The day I was accepted into Virginia Tech, I drove to Blacksburg to buy a Virginia Tech hoodie. So many thoughts went through my head that day. I thought about my future, and the the new possibilities that stood before me. I thought about everything from all-nighters to football. Not once did I think that in less than two years, I would be buying the same hoodie for my unborn child. In fact, when Steve and I bought the hoodie Moanna is wearing, we didn’t even know it was a girl.
When I graduated from Virginia Tech, Moanna walked across the stage with me to get my degree. I was very pregnant with her at the time, so she had no choice but to tag along. It was stifling hot in Castle Coliseum that afternoon. Underneath my long graduation gown, I was sweating like a whore in church (my sweet Southern roommate used that phrase all the time). My feet were swelling. My classmates were passing me their bottles of water and fanning me with their programs. Despite the heat exhaustion, as I hugged each of my professors, I couldn’t help but to wonder, “maybe we’ll be back here in twenty-two years to watch Moanna walk across this stage. Maybe she will carry the legacy and graduate a third generation Hokie.”