Austin, we have a Longhorn

A third-generation Longhorn, no less, since her father, mother, and grandmother all graduated from the same place.

T’s acceptance to the University of Texas showed up on their Web site today.  She’s been accepted into the kinesiology program, with the goal of becoming a professional athletic trainer.  Eventually she’d like to work in the NBA, since she believes they’re rather less reactionary than the NFL about hiring women as trainers.

None of us had been sure she would get into UT, since her grades, while good, aren’t outstanding so she didn’t qualify for the automatic acceptance offered to all graduating Texas high-school seniors who are in the top ten percent of their classes.  However, she had fantastic SAT scores and tons of extracurricular activities on her resumé, and it seems that was enough to tip the scale.

T, naturally, is delighted, because she’s bled burnt-orange ever since she was very small, and while the kinesiology program at her fallback school, Texas State, is even better than UT’s program, it would have been very much a second-best as far as she was concerned.

T’s been ecstatically phoning everyone on her phone list to tell them the news.  I have a feeling it may be a while before the “new” wears off this one.