While you and your dad were guarding the flag from the doper dirtball hippies, a bunch of us were there busy getting degrees, competing, excelling, winning championships, having regular haircuts and baths, actually going to classes, preparing to go out in the world and raise our families, earn our living, and in many cases distinguish ourselves in our chosen fields. I've been seeing lots of "Longhorn Legends" on LHN lately. Some of my classmates weren't as dumb as they looked!treadlightly wrote:There are degree plans at UT that require excellence and drive. There are also degree plans that barely rise above finger painting, but that's ok. Some of us want to understand plasma physics, some of us just want to someday see the pretty Northern lights.
All the classes are on the same campuses. The Fort Worth Zoo has shown the way.
Just be honest about the nature of some degree programs and declare the whole of UT a daycare. Patton's billeting for his handful to win the war could still be filled. Texas A&M's Chancellor John Sharp could still take up the slack.
For full disclosure, I attended UT Austin in the late 70's. As a lad in the 60's, my family lived close enough to get the flavor of the campus unrest of that time, but I didn't really understand it. Mostly, I remember the day a bunch of hippies wanted to take a little American flag out of my hand. My Dad stood between me and the crowd of hippies like Hercules ready to slay the hydra.
Just like in the myth, Hercules prevailed unscathed. I kept my flag.
One of the happy aspects of UT 50 years ago was the opportunity to rub shoulders with all sorts of people, hippies, communists, racists, con men in training, some of whom, or their equivalents, also rose to prominence and became Democrats.
