Before I left for my year abroad in America, all I heard was, “Oh, the...
First and foremost, why Chicago?
After the departure of a main character last November, the future looked uncertain for America’s favorite comedy/drama “Notre Dame Football.” Yet the casting, writing and performances on display this season served as a reminder that this classic show can survive and thrive despite unexpected turnover (no pun intended).…
Within my first week at Notre Dame the phrase “My old school didn’t have the major I wanted” probably came out of my mouth 20 times. “So, why did you transfer?” was the age-old question. It was an unspoken rule among my transfer peers and myself that we would add our previous school to our Notre Dame introduction: “Hi my name is Annie, I am from New York and I am a sophomore who transferred from Binghamton University, which is a state school in New York.”…
On any given Sunday, millions of Americans sit down with family and friends to watch a spectacle take place. It’s either Mass or football — often both. It took some time after the NFL overtook Sunday worship services in attendance before they made their move on Mondays, then Thursdays. Sunday’s first NFL game kicks off at 1:00 p.m. Eastern Time, sparing the late risers on the East Coast that attend noon mass. …
Get that thong out from between your toes. The time has passed. The sun has set on summer. So why are you still wearing flip flops?
Scholastic offers you an accurate portrayal of what happens when you have a conversation with a political science major.
It was a crisp January morning. Winter break had just ended. South Bend was at its worst, and I, like the 10,000 other students on this campus, decided to hit the gym because while Santa worked hard over break, my grandma with a serious knack for cookie-making worked harder. I spent my entire break averaging about eight cookies eaten a day. Don’t do the math.
A little-known name up to this point, Herman Bertier ‘94 is poised to become the next big success story of the University of Notre Dame. With a ritzy penthouse in New York, a flashy senior-level position in the world’s largest consulting firm and a penchant for throwing glamorous parties in his Hamptons country home, Mr. Bertier seems to have attained the Gatsby dream. But what is the story behind the man?
A recent campus poll indicated that when students were asked to describe their dating lives in three words, the most popular were “non-existent,” “Catholic” and “you-sound-like-my-mother.”
In a recent press release, the Center for Career Development announced the commencement of a novel week-long experience for students interested in expanding their intellectual, social, professional and spiritual horizons in sunny Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
What’s up, partygoers (and losers)!? If you’re anything like me, spring break is all about three things: gettin’ schwifty, makin’ memories and a third thing!
I am the 38-time reigning Employee of the Month at The Huddle Mart in LaFortune Student Center, also known as LaFun to all you commoners.
Ever since the start of this year, Touchdown Jesus has been winking at me whenever I’m on library quad.
Pretty soon, you’ll find yourself in the basement of someone’s parents’ house out in the suburbs, making awkward small talk with people you haven’t seen since graduation. Here are some people you’re guaranteed to see there:
A group of four seniors announced last month that they were going to throw the Kickoff Darty of the Century at their off-campus house on Cedar Street to welcome the new year.
This past Wednesday, students gathered in hordes at Guacamole’s Mexican Grill in Mishawaka, as they do nearly every Wednesday night. Per usual, the night was filled with “IDs” and limitless cheap margaritas.
I was alone in my room after dark, reverently sacrificing mushy dining hall bananas to the HERE™ spirits that lurk among my menagerie of green and white icons, when the spirits spoke to me: “Inform your fellow students that following laundry room etiquette helps to ensure public health and safety.”
Dear Mr. Bank of America,
My name is Preston McNickels, and I am a Notre Dame sophomore interested in breaking into the world of investment banking. I am certain that you must be extremely busy, so I am going to start off by apologizing profusely for taking up more than a second of your valuable time. I wanted to reach out to potentially set up a brief call to discuss your experience in the field.
Let me just say that I am not a bad guy; in fact, I would consider myself to be a pretty good guy. I think about volunteering sometimes, I eat my vegetables and I regularly follow nine of the ten commandments (I occasionally covet my neighbor’s house). However, I do seem to have one fatal flaw that some may consider to be “irredeemable”: I need to blow out every single candle in the Grotto.
Restrictions on student life from the top brass at Notre Dame rubbed a lot of people the wrong way.
It seems that a deep, campus-wide hatred of Zoom is not the only consequence of last year’s hybrid learning experience.
Scholars worked tirelessly over the summer, concocting the following list to give you a few options for when you’re walking to class alone and trying to look ‘cool’ while doing so.
Despair hung heavily in the eyes of those once bright, young people. It was supposed to be a special day – a spectacular day – made just for us, the students of Notre Dame.
What compels a person to give up so much of their time for the cause? A sense of duty? A love of poking things? A heart of gold?
When the Duncan family donated millions of dollars to build their student center, I doubt they imagined that the building’s vibe would be solely determined by a student employee with a deep nostalgia for 2000s pop music.