The Fresh Prince of Towson: Sam’s Journey to TU

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The Fresh Prince of Towson:

“Now this is a story all about how

my TU life got flipped, turned upside down

And I’d like to take a minute just read right here

I’ll tell you how I became the mouse with all the Towson flaire

In West Village Garage born and raised

On Pacman’s field’s where I spent most of my days

Scurrying about, eating all of commons food

And scaring all them freshmen girls outside of school

When Doc the Tiger, he was up to no good

Started making trouble in my neighborhood

He stepped on my tail one lil’ time and my mom got scared

And said, ‘You’re movin’ with Student Activities you’ll have fans there’

I whistled for the shuttled and when it came near the

driver’s name was Magic and had party tips for me to hear

If anything I could say that this shuttle was rare

But I thought nah, forget it, yo Magic to the union!

I pulled up to the union about seven or eight

And I yelled to the shuttle ‘Yo, Magic catch ya later!’

Looked at my kingdom I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the mouse of TU”

Sam’s Journey to TU

You’ve all probably wondered why I, Sam the little tiny mouse, is the face of Student Activities.  Well I’ll tell you why, I stood up to a freggin’ Tiger, does one get any cooler than that?  But that’s skipping to the middle of the story.

I started off in a little cardboard box on the first floor of the West Village Garage, you know the floor you’re probably not allowed to park on (that’s because I was living there #sorrynotsorry).  I spent my days running to and from the garage to Pacman (Paca and Tubman) Field.  I may have scared some of you with my adventurous escapades and I deeply apologize for that, but a mouse has gotta do what a mouse has gotta do.

On the perfect day, April 25 (not too hot or cold), I was scurrying to the middle of West Village to embark on one of my many midday rendezvous when a human-sized tiger popped out of nowhere.  His gigantic eyes were shining with delight at the sight of what I can only guess is my mousey deliciousness.  I would have ran, but he just kept smiling and jumping around, hugging and encircling everyone that came within five feet of him.

I knew this was no ordinary obnoxiously large cat, and maybe that’s why I didn’t run.  He had to be something special with his black and gold football uniform glowing from the noon sunshine.   So, instead of running like any mouse would do when face to face with a cat, I shuffled towards this mysterious cat.

As I further approached the giant cat I realized that he was the Tiger from all the Towson pamphlets that people constantly leave on the ground (LITERS!)  I hurried my pace to meet the famous Tiger when he suddenly caught my mousey scent.  Leaping towards me the Tiger was on the prowl and caught me by my tail!  I managed to maneuver my way away from his claws but not without him leaving a mark on my tail forever, a permanent battle scar of our cat and mouse race.

So like the rap goes, my momma got scared and sent me to live with the wonderful people at Student Activities.  You know, the people who plan all the ridiculously fun events on Towson’s campus.  Every since then I’ve been the king of the castle over here.  Even Maravene loves this little guy! I mean who wouldn’t?  I’m a dream boat in a mouse! I love the beach, a nice fruity beverage and cheese, shiny black and yellow items, strawberry cheesecake ice cream, the scraps of any kind of Towson food and I know how to tweet!

Not to brag but I am the total Towson package.  I can find you free swag, food and events on-campus, all of no charge.  So make sure you friend me on Facebook, you won’t regret chasing this mouse!

– B naps

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