Finding me here: I came to Notre Dame wanting to be someone I'm not.

By Rose Lindgren '04

I chatted nervously with my friends sitting at the table. I didn’t want to face front. I had scanned the crowd—inconspicuously, I hoped—from the side of the room. I saw a lot of faces I knew. Okay, just breathe. No big deal. You knew what you were getting into when you filled out that application. Now you have to take up that responsibility. Hey, it’s easier this way, right? Get it all done at once

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