A Love Letter To My First THON

Dear THON,

I never really knew what exactly you were until last Friday at 6 p.m. I knew that the dancers danced for 46 hours straight and that the final four hours were the most important, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into and how it would make me feel. All the people I have talked to said you are the best weekend at Penn State and that I’ll have so much fun. I was nervous and didn’t know why; I didn’t know what to expect. I thought it would be too much for me, and I would get overwhelmed.

I realized who I am this past weekend. Not just who I am but who I want to be. I want to be someone who pushes her friends to keep going and keep dancing, even if their legs are killing them and they don’t know how they're going to last 12 more hours until the final four. I want to be a motivator for all the kids who are stronger than I am and half my age. I want to be an inspiration to those families who were an inspiration to me. I want to be the best dancer I can be, because when it’s 3 a.m. and you are sweating and you feel like you don’t even have feet anymore, you want to look like you know what you are doing. I want to be able to do the Line Dance in 10 years and remember you as being my favorite weekend at Happy Valley. Better than any frat party I had ever been to.  

I want to remember the feeling I had while in the Bryce Jordan Center looking around at the entire university that all came together for one weekend. I never felt more welcomed and a part of something until you. You are not just an event that Penn State has; you are a movement and way of life. There is no way you can walk out of the Bryce Jordan Center on Sunday afternoon, the sun shining, forgetting what the outside feels like and not be changed in some way. I felt like I could do anything, I could change this world in 46 hours or less and that’s what the Penn State community did last weekend. We changed the world all for the kids, and I, for one, couldn’t be more proud. So thank you, for the bruises and the scratchy voice and the messed up sleep schedule. Thank you for the endless memories, the new friendships, the new dance moves and the old ones and ambitions I have obtained from all hours of the night. I’ll never forget you. Here’s to you, see you next year.


A proud Penn Stater