One of my favorite things about working at Notre Dame is how much I learn in informal discussions. Someone lunching at Café de Grasta may bring up the issue of Ebola and how protecting Americans from the disease could endanger our beloved civil liberties. And sometimes, like in my chat with the Korean student, I may hear a tidbit that opens my eyes to an intriguing cultural trend. And without setting foot in a classroom, I learn something.
Ebola is not the virus to fear. Fear and panic are spreading faster than any organic living matter possibly could.
Welcome to Molarity Redux, the 64th strip in the updated, continuing adventures of Jim Mole and friends. About that “love thy neighbor” nonsense…
He’s a lifelong Notre Dame fan. This was his first trip to campus. And it so happened that the day of the football game against the North Carolina Tarheels was his 40th birthday.
It is 1:17 a.m. I should have stopped reading hours ago. I am not supposed to be awake, smiling like I just completed a mad dash, cross-country road trip without a second to spare.
According to billboard.com, the highest attended rock tour of 2013 was Bon Jovi, with a total attendance of just under 2.2 million. According to The Blue Angels website, the Blue Angels perform in front of an estimated 11 million people per year.
I learned the true value of Notre Dame football during the Davie, Willingham and Weis eras.
We managed to keep these cartoons safe from burglars.
Dominique came to the internal medicine clinic desperately searching for help. The tumor had burst through the skin on his left shoulder, leaving an open wound. The wound had started to leak and had a distinct smell that indicated an infection.
I grew up in a home where my mother stressed classics over fads, quality over quantity. She also frequently issued clothing edicts, particularly during my teen years: “Susan, those jeans are inappropriate for church.” Or “We’re going to your cousin’s wedding, Susan, not a saloon — go change into that crepe de chine dress.”