There are many differences between South Bend, Indiana and my hometown, located deep in the heart of Texas. I’m still confused when someone refers to coke as “pop,” and I never quite defrost from the winters up here, but something about this city keeps me coming back for more. You could call it wanting to seize opportunities to stay close to friends, or maybe call it being too lazy to move somewhere else … or you could call it having pride in my city.If you ask all of my Notre Dame friends to describe me using five words, you can bet one of them will be “Texas.” I may not have the Texas drawl, or run around in my cowboy hat and pick-up truck (they’re back home) or ride my horse about town (also back home), but I sure as heck am proud to be from Texas. In fact, from what I've gathered from friends at school, most Texans are pretty damn proud of their homeland- and they’re usually obnoxious about it.
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