The first time we moved to Arkansas was 1993. Sawyer was about 7 months old, and Patrick was 3 years old. The day we pulled into Jacksonville, Arkansas, the temperature was a balmy 114 degrees. For a Montana girl, 114 degrees is H.O.T. Not to mention the ever-present humidity of about 98% (or so it seems to me). The real bonus was that the apartment we were moving into had no electricity. And was on the second floor. The electricity had been off for at least a week. Which meant there was no air conditioning. For at least a week. And did I mention the apartment was on the second floor?
Let’s just say my first impression of Arkansas left a lot to be desired.
Since that first day in July of 1993, we’ve spent quite a bit of time in Arkansas. As a family, I think we’ve spent about 7 years or so here. Roger has spent even more time here going through different types of training for his job. And while I can honestly say that, given the chance, I’d move back up to the northwest in a heartbeat, I must admit that Arkansas has begun to grow on me a bit.
When we moved (back) to Arkansas after 3 years in Alaska (heaven), Roger and I decided to buy a house here. We figured this would be Roger’s last assignment in the Air Force, and his best chances of getting a decent job after retiring from the AF would be here as a C-130 simulator instructor. So we made a conscious choice to make Arkansas our home for a while. We’re figuring the next 30 years or so.
When my dad became too ill to really be completely on his own without someone around to help when needed, we decided to move him down to Arkansas. And when my daughter and her fiance’ just weren’t quite making it on their own in Minnesota, we decided to move them down to Arkansas.
Our first grandchild will be born in about 2 1/2 months ~ here, in Arkansas.
And if all of those things weren’t enough ties to keep us firmly rooted in Arkansas for the next few years, we now have one more reason to stay.
Patrick will graduate from the Arkansas School for Mathematics, Sciences and the Arts at the end of May. That’s not the added reason for us to stay here, though. This is: Patrick was offered a fellowship to the Honors College at the University of Arkansas.
A fellowship.
And, he was awarded the Arkansas Governor’s Distinguished Scholar award ~ a scholarship on top of the fellowship.
Today Patrick notified the UofA he would accept the fellowship. He also accepted the Governor’s Distinguished award. He has notified the other schools ~ a couple of really good schools that also offered him good scholarships ~ that he will be attending UofA. The deal-maker (or deal-breaker, depending on how you look at it) was the fellowship. “Honors College Fellow” just looks so much better on a resume’ than anything else he was offered from any of the other schools.
Now for the sticky part. Do you know what the University of Arkansas chose as their mascot? A razorback. A hog. A big, wild pig. And do you know what their school cheer is? Woooo, pig! Sooie!
No, I’m not kidding. “Woooo, pig! Sooie!”
So……….needless to say, we’re extremely proud of Patrick. He has done an amazing job of keeping a high GPA at one of the top high schools in the nation. He will graduate from high school with over 40 college credits; he will be entering college this fall academically as what he calls a-sophomore-and-a-half. Everything will be paid for by his fellowship ~ tuition, room, board, activity fees, books, a new computer, a semester abroad ……. and more. The Governor’s Distinguished award is just icing on the cake.
It’s a good thing Roger and I had already decided that we were going to stay in Arkansas for a while.
Now if we could just do something about the University’s choice of mascot and school cheer ~ because really, there’s just something W.R.O.N.G. about wearing a big red pig snout on your head, yelling, “Woooo, pig! Sooie!”
