August 17, 2012
So today is move in day for ND freshmen. Has it really been 15 years since I was one of those students?!?!
Way back when in '97, I didn't know what to expect, and I was surprised almost immediately. I'm not Catholic, went to public school, was used to being in the racial minority at school (and I'd never been around so many white people before...lol), had my eye stuff going on, I wasn't a legacy kid, didn't drink (and didn't want to), was rather shy (much more so than I am now), didn't know a soul there, and I was quite possibly the poorest kid there not from a 3rd world country. Hearing all of the F-bombs by my dormmates freaked me out a little bit; I had no idea good Catholic boys cussed so much.
My dad had a truck, and my mom wanted to see me off, so we all took the boring trip up US 31 together. It was the most time they'd spent with each other since splitting up when I was 3 or 4, but it was nice--weird, but nice. As soon as we got my stuff in my room, they left. My mom wanted to stay a little while longer, but my dad drove and wanted to go, so they went. Pretty much everyone else I met had parents stay the weekend as customary. I mostly tagged along with my roommate and the guys next door since I was on my own.
I remember walking over to Carroll Hall for a bonfire or something, the first mixer kind of event that comes to mind. It was the same awkward conversation over and over: Where are you from? What dorm are you in? What's your major? It was still cool. The graffiti dance was fun the next night, I think. We were all supposed to wear white shirts and bring markers to write our numbers on each other. I didn't have a plain white shirt, so I turned one that had a logo on it inside out. For the first 2/3 of the dance, I played basketball (it was held outside on basketball courts), mainly trying to dunk. I almost got a couple to go, and then I got tired. My shirt was all sweaty from running and jumping, and I'm not sure why anyone would have wanted to touch me. I didn't quite stink, though; my deodorant worked. I still have the shirt in a bag somewhere, but I forgot who was who almost immediately, kinda defeating the purpose of the exercise. I was too shy to call anyone, anyway, so it didn't matter that much.
I was supposed to go to some meeting as part of the orientation on Monday night, the infamous and awkward "don't rape girls" skits (from what I heard afterward, anyway). I was content watching Monday Night Nitro (WCW wrestling) and just chilled with some upperclassmen to catch that in the dorm TV room. When I asked them about how mandatory the event I ultimately missed was, I was told that as long as our beloved rector, Fr. Steve, hadn't called for it, I didn't have to go, so I didn't.
It was a good, weird, eye opening, awkward, transitional, and a little bit lonely time. It took me a little while to find my groove, especially socially, but I'm very thankful for the time spent and had opportunities at Notre Dame and in Sorin College (my dorm, for non-Domers). I met some amazing people, was challenged academically, learned a lot, and became a better man through it all. It was often tough--dealing with my eye stuff, having craziness going on at home, letting go of being so self-conscious--but that's all part of growing up, and I did a lot of that my 5 years there.
Part of me would like to go back and do it all over again (a little bit better this time, though), but a bigger part of me is just happy to have the memories (and is still burnt out on school...lol). Wow...15 years...I feel so old...but I remember it like it was the day before yesterday, and I'll always have that.
...And our hearts forever, LOVE THEE NOTRE DAME!!! GO IRISH!!!!
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