Never in my wildest dreams did I think California State University, Fresno would ever ascend from the lowly PCAA to the mighty Pac-Two Plus Friends in my lifetime! Go, Bulldogs.
Until I got the acceptance letter, I was stunned there actually was a Fresno State campus, with classes and dorms and everything. In high school, when my counselors mentioned Fresno State, I assumed the entire school was in a quonset hut in the middle of a vineyard, and you had to put raisins in boxes to cover tuition.
(Well, at least that's what the dorm guys told us as a freshman prank. I must have packed two crates before the real workers came back from lunch.)