I am grateful for the colors of my schools. First, for my high school colors, black and gold. I wore these for volleyball, basketball, and track; sang songs and cheered cheers that included these colors; and still get a rush of dopamine when I hear a reference to black and gold.
Next, I'm grateful for my college colors, red and brown. I remember considering these a negative in choosing which college to attend (it didn't help that my younger brother frequently reminded me that brown is the color of poop). But again, you wear these colors as an athlete and make all these memories alongside your teammates ranging from exhausting workouts to long hours on the bus to thrilling moments at track meets - and all of a sudden, you feel great love and loyalty for these colors.
Finally, I'm grateful for my college colors of blue and white. I only wore these colors as a fan, but this is a school where being a fan is a bit like being on a team. You have to campout to get tickets to men's basketball games. You learn the players, the cheers, the traditions. You learn that royal blue is the best, while UNC sky blue is the worst.








