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Powerlifting like a lady

By Jessica Peyton Roberts '08

How is it that a young woman who used to walk five miles roundtrip to campus to avoid sitting on a dirty Boston bus found herself participating in a sport where competitors cover themselves liberally with chalk, baby powder and toaster pastry crumbs to make their lifts?

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A Price I Gladly Pay

By Casey Romero ’06

The last time I saw my father, he looked as I had seen him countless times, dressed in a crisp blue shirt, red tie and black dress pants, looking “so fresh and so clean, clean.” (He prided himself on sprinkling his every day vernacular with hip hop lyrics.)

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Here comes everybody

By William Stewart '12

In 2009, I ate Thanksgiving dinner at a small Chinese restaurant. It was an unceremonious experience completed by the token fortune cookie, whose paper contents I still have. The fortune contains, like most good ones do, a typo, though it’s a subtle one: “Everything will now come your way.”

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Lula’s Cafe: The Community Living Room

By Sara Felsenstein '12

Over the years, Lula’s was called “the community living room” and “the gateway to South Bend,” and “the place in Michiana where people come to try to save the world.” Lula’s embraced open-mindedness, encouraging its customers to sit, talk and stay awhile.

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Our Air-Conditioned Summer

By James Uricheck '12

It was on a hot, muggy, August afternoon that we found it. My friend Spencer and I were exploring a stretch of the stream that ran behind my house, under an overpass, and down through a residential neighborhood.

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The Playroom: Bad words

By Maraya Steadman '89, '90MBA

A few days ago my son said something inappropriate to his little sister. She tattled. I yelled. His father asked, “Where did you learn to say that?” “Where?” “Who taught you to say those words?” “Well, who was it?”

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Circus Lunch

By Jamie Reidy ’92

The collegiate culinary experience trails possibly only airline food (when airlines served food) in public disparaging. Notre Dame’s two dining halls are no exception. But one ND tradition did cut the mustard: Circus Lunch.

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Theft in the Dining Halls

By Kathleen Ashcraft '15

Although there is an “all you can eat” mentality inside the dining halls, there is a rule about how many “treats” can be taken outside their walls. But where is the sign with the rule about the trays with the ND logo or a stack of the clear plastic cups?

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Sacred Grounds

By Meghan Thomassen '14

For Notre Dame students and faculty, achievement at such a high level doesn’t come from a healthy balance of eight hours of sleep every night or ever-flowing fonts of motivation, it comes from coffee.

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Adultolescence: Healthy eats

By Tara Hunt ’12

As the holiday season drew near, I knew my caloric intake would soon skyrocket. Visions of gingerbread and pumpkin pies and full-bodied red wines danced in my head, so I knew I had to prepare.

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Unbalanced: Stadium food

By Carol Schaal '91M.A.

If you ask Notre Dame football fans what smell they most associate with a game day walk around campus, brats would probably take the cake, so to speak. I don’t eat brats. Or hot dogs. Or sausages. Or those steak sandwiches sold by the Knights of Columbus that people wait in an endless line for on South Quad.

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Lazy I: The human billy goat

By John Nagy ’00M.A.

I love food. The truth is, I’ve never met a meal I didn’t like. I’m a human billy goat, and unless I know for sure something will kill me – like yellow-cake uranium or a mystery fungus or the tendons in a chicken leg – I’ll probably enjoy it.

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Fear itself

By Rachel Roseberry ’11

I was 22, and we were sitting on the front porch of our hotel looking toward the wide West Texas plains. The storm that was gathering seemed more storm-like, the lightning more vivid, more crudely yellow than anywhere else I’d ever been.

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By Ashley Sinnott ’06

When I was little, God had a beard. He wore a blue robe, his hair grew thick as jump ropes and he was very, very old. When I learned someone named Mary was God’s mom, she confused this picture, so at first I didn’t care for her much.

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Dog days

By William Kearney ’08

We are a restless generation. We do not have the patience to let our existential crises simmer until middle age. At 25 I found myself, like many others, a winner of the Millennial Trifecta —college graduate, unemployed, living at home.

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Napper of the Year

By Brian Doyle ’78

On my second day of kindergarten, at a school named for a species of tree, I discovered that our teacher, Miss Appleby, presented a Best Napper Award every week, and that the child who earned the most weekly napping awards was then presented with the Best Napper of the Year Award in June, on the last day of school, in assembly, before the entire school, which went from kindergarten to sixth grade, and contained some two hundred students, none of whom, I determined immediately, would outnap me.

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