Exactly one year ago last Monday, I graduated from Notre Dame. What, already? How?!
For four years, after Christmas break, I’d headed back to Notre Dame for a brand new semester, a fresh start. New classes, new professors, a clean slate. This was different.
Moving to my new city, starting my first job, a lot of unknowns. What plans could a then-almost-graduate have that far in advance?
Two months out of college, and six weeks into the corporate world — I’m now officially “adulting.” I’m by definition a grown-up, living, working, playing on my own in Chicago.
Behind the scenes of the world premiere of the Notre Dame-commissioned opera adaptation of William Shakespeare’s comedy As You Like It.
I’m still in denial that my four years at Notre Dame are up. I think of the lifelong friendships I made, the six Saturdays I spent inside Notre Dame Stadium every fall — and the crazy professor who made me wear a funny-looking turtle hat and tell embarrassing stories about myself.
The weekend opened early Friday evening with one of my dad’s go-to jokes. The one I’ve heard 100 times, but that everyone else finds hilarious when hearing it the first time.
I stood outside Main Building just before midnight this past Sunday, shivering in the frigid snow, waiting for my candle to be lit. A classmate shared a light; I hurried through the door. A huge gust of below-freezing wind immediately blew out the flame.