As I sat in the Chicago Midway Airport this past Tuesday reflecting on the whirlwind of the last three months of my short life, I realized my mom’s friends, who usually exaggerate everything, are right — college really does go by fast. The rapid speed of going to class, meeting people, eating, studying, working out (or trying to), and (occasionally) sleeping can take up every moment of the day (and night). I realized I haven’t taken the time to reflect in a while. So, feeling inspired by some cool people, I am going to start writing again on this “blog,” but honestly, I hate the word blog, so let’s consider this a journal, please! I need the writing practice, and maybe someone will want to hear my random thoughts, and attempts at poetry — or maybe I will let my attempts at poetry remain in that emotional part of my sophomore year of high school (see several posts below) … time will tell.
Here are some tidbits of ~life~ at Notre Dame:
People are so cool! I didn’t realize how extroverted I am until being at Notre Dame. Talking to people is so much more fun than anything else I could spend my time doing.
I re-read part of my senior thesis the other day. It’s weird how a few months can add so much color to the words I wrote. A lot of my thoughts on happiness were drawn from books and essays I read, but I actually feel like I have some real experience with juggling sources of happiness now.
I am still struggling with procrastination, but aren’t we all?
I cherish the random conversations I have with people walking to and from the dining hall, in between classes, at parties, and lying on our dorm room floors. I think it’s often the build-up of these short talks that can blossom into profound friendships, and I am eager to experience this.
To sum it up, I have learned Notre Dame isn’t Notre Dame without the bigs — the dome, the love thees, the century-long quad rivalries. But the bigs really represent the Notre Dame community to the outside. On the inside, I have learned it’s the smalls that contribute to the permeating feeling around campus I still can’t describe, and I may never be able to. It’s the same feeling I had when I first stepped onto Notre Dame’s campus when I was eight years old and decided it was my dream to come here. I know I can’t see it, hear it, feel it, taste it, or smell it, but I know it’s something good.
More writing to come, but in the meantime, I am beyond thankful to be at Notre Dame, and even more thankful to be supported by my family and friends.