My Love for the Place

By Rev. John I. Jenkins, CSC

Senior week—those days between the last exam and graduation, when seniors have the run of campus—is an odd time. It is a much anticipated interval of leisure and celebration, but it is shadowed by melancholy. One's undergraduate days are over, never to return.

One day during my senior week, in 1976, I passed up the day's organized activity and went for a final, solitary walk around campus. I ended up on a bench on the "God quad," outside LaFortune. It was a beautiful summer day, and the campus was quiet. As I rested, I asked myself: How had it happened that I had fallen so in love with Notre Dame?…

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