Freshman Angered by Lack of Wildcatting in Math Class
As one of the many freshmen indoctrinated at Fish Camp, Agricultural Leadership major, Andrew Saenz, came to Texas A&M University with an unmatched enthusiasm for school traditions. Saenz, a first generation Aggie and self-proclaimed redass, recently had to face the difficult reality of underwhelming student spirit in his Math 141 class.
Saenz solved a practice problem during the lecture and noticed that the answer included his class year and new favorite number, 2019. When his professor stated the solution, Saenz’s Fish Camp training kicked in, and he instinctively responded with the freshman wildcat. Classmates report that the disturbance caused those napping in the back row to abruptly lift their heads from their fold-out desks.
Caroline Keller, a student in Saenz’s class, told The Mugdown, “Yeah, he stood up and everything. His calculator flew off the desk. It was pretty ridiculous.” When asked whether any other students responded to their graduation year being said aloud, Keller said, “A couple people laughed and said ‘AAAAA’ under their breath, but it was pretty much just Andrew.”
Many eyewitness accounts testify to Saenz’s red face, although reports differ on whether this reaction came from embarrassment or anger. However, those sitting near him report hearing Saenz continuously muttering phrases like “new army” and “bad bull.” Saenz spent the rest of class thinking of a clever tweet to adequately express his anger.
Math 141 professor, Kendra Wilmet, commented that, “At this point in time, I’m thinking about including the number 19 in my lectures more often. People might wake up and pay attention if Mr. Saenz continues this yelling.”
Those close to Saenz confirm that this sort of extreme redassery happens on a regular basis, often resulting in angry confrontations. He can be seen aggressively flipping people’s hats off their heads in the MSC and eagerly pushing people off the wood during the war hymn.
Very few students in his math class remember what happened after his outburst, but rumor has it that the answer to the next practice problem was “two percent.”
-Corpus Escort
He’s got the bro tanks, he’s got the neon snapback, and yeah, he’s riding his longboard by you in the dismount zone. Corpus Escort spent his entire freshman year thinking he was at A&M Corpus Christi, but somehow still made good enough grades there to transfer to College Station, where he remained living at Z Islander and throwing the raddest pool parties in town. Sometimes he writes, but mostly he just brings the brownies.