Here's to the alma mater

I spent five fruitful years at a school that gets little credit.
I cried there, died there, and gave that school every single drippy
drop of me. I have the hardware and scars that say so.

So here's to my old alma mater.
Here's to the 4am late nights in the library.
To the blistering early morning presentations.
To the learning what love is.
And the learning what a broken heart is.
Here's to the music. The late night convos.
The learning what it is to be a man.
Here's to my heart.

Rock Chalk, Jayhawk. Go KU.

Congrats on the National Championship.