Monday, October 27, 2008

A True Aggie

Many have heard the rumors, and I am here to admit they are true. As of Saturday, October 25, 2008, I am a True Aggie.

For those of you who are not familiar with the Utah State tradition of becoming a True Aggie, I'll fill you in.  In 1917, a group of students from Salt Lake City created their headstone on campus. It was a monument consisting of four A's arranged in a square, with a platform on top. In the 1930's it became tradition to stand atop the monument at midnight during a full moon and kiss someone. By doing so, you become a True Aggie.


A few years ago (between 5 and 15 years) Utah State obtained the world record for most people kissing at one time. It was later snatched from us by two other countries. This year, we decided to reclaim the throne.  So last Friday night, after the Homecoming dance, hundreds of couples lined up around the monument waiting to kiss at the stroke of midnight. 

I decided to go with my roommate Amanda, her boyfriend Todd, and some of their friends. I was hesitant as I didn't yet have a companion to actually kiss. Upon arrival, we got in line, and then progressed to the area around the monument. I, still without a man, turned to Todd for help. Todd didn't end up being very helpful, but our friend Katrina did. She marched over to the sidelines and began talking to a very attractive man. After trying to persuade him to kiss a complete stranger, he admitted he didn't really want to take part in the event. His friend however did. 

From afar he seemed handsome enough, but as he drew nearer I realized he wasn't the kind of guy I would normally go after. However, it was 5 minutes til midnight so I didn't complain. We went through all of the formalities to waste the time...questions about majors, hometowns, etc. were exchanged. Then the countdown started. Now most couples waited until 2 or 1 to begin guy started at 10. Lets just say he was eager. You can imagine what was going on in those very long ten seconds. After the time had passed, he hadn't finished, but I definitely had. So I awkwardly pulled away and thanked him.

The best part is that I don't remember his name. It was a hilariously fantastic experience that I will remember forever. 


  1. In my day, we called that a NICMO...ahem, Rachael, did you just have a NICMO??? If you don't know exactly what that is, I'll fill you in the next time you're in Boise...Yeah, you better come and talk to me!