I have never wanted anything more than to get to use a bullhorn.  This is my life’s dream.  A dream that almost became a realization last week when we thought a student info session might draw enough of a crowd that we would move outside.  I was promised ‘bullhorn’ duty.  I spent a good part of my morning on a quest for the great mega-horn.  I asked everyone on campus that I could think with no luck.  Then randomly I ran into the track and field head coach (a friend) who made a quick phone call and sent me to the dome to retrieve my prize.  I had never before stood on the floor of the empty dome and almost wanted to practice my Heisman pose but had more important priorities…  my bullhorn.  After a quick stop for batteries, I was ready to rock and roll.  I might have even turned it on in ’siren mode’ in the car and temporary deafened Cory. ( Sorry:( ) But, despite all of my excitement… all of my hard work… all my lifelong… I did not get to use the bullhorn and had to return it.  I wonder if my mom and dad will buy me one for Christmas, or if the end to that story will be much like the time we let Zac have an airhorn.  Nevermind.