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None of us knew when to throw our grad caps.
Every year, Pasquerilla East Musical Company (PEMCo) puts on an annual revue to raise money for St. Margaret’s House, a charitable day center in South Bend intended to help women and children in poverty meet their basic needs. The revue also serves as a training ground for incoming PEMCo producers and as a goodbye to outgoing seniors.
“We’ve grown a lot since you last saw us,” bassist Danny O’Brien told me while casually crossing his legs and leaning back in a thrifted wooden rocking chair.
At first, you don’t see his shadow. You hear him.
Picture a fisherman, arms spread wide, talking about “the big catch” he still remembers. Each time he tells the story, his arms slowly get further apart, and inch by inch, year by year, the fish gets bigger and bigger. The factual truth becomes more and more distorted to preserve a different one — the emotional truth.
Before the final senate meeting of the 2023-2024 student government term, members of the senate reflected on highlights from the year. Many senators said the senate was a good way to get to know others and were grateful for their experience in leadership.
On Tuesday morning at 9 a.m., over 2,000 undergraduate students opened their laptops to buy tickets from the Notre Dame Student Shop. Within five minutes, the site was lagging. Within fifteen minutes, the site crashed.
“They called me scrotum face,” Nobel Peace Prize laureate and Filipina journalist Maria Ressa said.
At the University of Notre Dame, the very home of the Fighting Irish, St. Patrick’s Day feels like a major holiday … or at least, it should. We aren’t on campus for it — and that’s probably by design.
“Well, there’s chocolate, and there’s chocolate,” Timothée Chalamet sings in 2023’s “Wonka” musical based on the Ronald Dahl book “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.” These lyrics become strangely prophetic when considering what happened Feb. 24 in Glasgow.
This is a story about a long fall off a very high horse.
“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards,” Steve Jobs once said. “So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever.”
“Things are not determined by history,” renowned social scientist and Harvard University professor emeritus Robert Putnam said. “We have agency. The future is up to you.”
The sun is shining. The cardinals are chirping. There is an above-average amount of public displays of affection on the quads. Either love is in the air or these are signs of an early spring.
There are 97 days left. Then, everything changes.
A single contorted hand emerges, victorious, from the chaos of the wrestling ring.
Last Thursday night, seven busloads of tri-campus community members headed to Washington, D.C. to attend the annual March for Life.