Yesterday I was at Eddy Street Commons parting ways with a dear friend after a catch-up breakfast - the kind of breakfast when you're talking so much that the waitress comes by twice before you've even opened the menus, and then you hastily glance through them so that you can get back to the conversation.
After our almost-too-long hug, I was going to walk over to campus to meet my sister, but I was so COLD that I needed to buy some kind of jacket. Two days after I was cursing the South Bend heat.
Typical South Bend.
While my trip to the bookstore gave me a chance to look at all of the $50 t-shirts I love but can't justify buying, my detour also put me right in front of a camera-man when I was exiting the building with my new fuzzy fleece.
"Hi, were you at the game on Saturday?" he asked.
"Yes. It was pretty brutal."
"Oh, really? Would you mind answering a few questions for me about your experience tailgating, the evacuation, etc."
"Uh, sure."
"I'm so glad I did my hair this morning," I thought.
He then proceeded to turn on the camera and ask me to say my name and spell it. And apparently I thought he asked me to explain an obscure concept of Quantum Physics. I either got ahead of myself, realized that I was really flustered, or just, well...forgot how to spell it?
"Hi my name is Katie Manfred. K-A-...a - T...I-E. m-a-n-f-r-e-d."
I have the most common name of my generation and I stumbled over it. Awesome. I even took a class last year in which we learned how to audition for graduate programs in acting, and I had to introduce myself everyday, and then recite a monologue.
I guess working at a desk in the basement all day has made me a little rusty.
After I finally made it through the interview (in which I'm sure I talked too much and wasn't actually saying anything pertinent at all), the interviewer told me it would be on the 6 o'clock evening news, but if I couldn't catch the news live, the video would be posted on the website as well.
I was driving back to Wisconsin yesterday so I didn't catch the news, and the interview was probably as terrible as I thought it was because I can't find it on the internet to save my life.
Therefore, if you are able to locate it for me, by all means send it my way. I was really hoping to share my 30 seconds of fame with you all. But in the meantime, please take eleven minutes and watch one of the most inspiring interviews I have ever encountered. Weezy puts me to shame.
And of course, Part II.
some things I know are true
1) Photos don't lie - I'm weirdly twins with both Kenzie and Liza.
2) The Stoop likes to party. And take power naps in the middle of those parties.
3) Notre Dame football is best approached with low expectations.
4) If it's 100 degrees while you're out tailgating, the game will probably be suspended for severe thunderstorms, tornadoes, or blizzards.
5) Just because you're an alum doesn't mean you have to tailgate like one.
6) Commuting on a bike is best done with a helmet on. In a bike lane.
7) The second floor of the library is the most wonderful and productive place to do work.
8) An expired student ID is completely useless.
9) Seeing old friends emerge out of a crowd when you are alone and your phone is dead creates the happiest swell of relief.
10) It doesn't matter what bar you're at, it just matters who's there with you.
nostalgia
If a reunion with my college friends four months after graduation makes me feel this nostalgic, I don't want to know what I'm going to feel like at my ten year reunion.
Let alone my 25th.
That's not to say being an alum is all bad. I get to take my sister out for dinner (yay payday!), and I get to sit during the game (which would have been a welcome option the semester I broke my foot).
I can also wake up on Sunday morning without the looming feeling of knowing that I have to crank out and eight page paper! I call that a win.
But then again, I do miss ordering Jimmy Johns to the library. I might just go to the library on Sunday anyways and pretend I'm wriritng a big paper. I do need to return that one book that ended up with all of my stuff back in VA. Don't worry, the rumors are false about the university witholding your diploma for overdue library books. Mine was definitely in the envelope.
Let alone my 25th.
In honor of going back to Notre Dame for the home opener tomorrow, I'm going to rattle off a few things I'm currently missing about being a student on gameday:
1) Waking up in the nook to the fight song.
Waking up to the fight song is always awesome, but junior year my bed was quite literally tucked into a window nook, so my head was right up against the window. And no matter how bad my head hurt at 9am on Saturday, I was so happy that the trumpets were blaring right under my window because it meant it was gameday.
2) The student section.
For realz. Liza, sneak me in?
3) Never needing to figure out where to park.
It might have seemed like a trek at the time, but hauling my butt over to the parking lots behind the stadium on my own two feet was so much better than trying to strategically plan my transportation for the day.
4) Playing Boom at Corby Row.
Again! Again! Again!
5) Snuggling on the futon after a loss. Or driving to Chicago to run a half marathon.
We did a lot of losing during my tenure as an undergrad. I also convinced some friends to drive to Chicago with me after our loss to Tulsa last year. Seriously good decision.
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| Robes? Ropes? |
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| Silliness. |
But then again, I do miss ordering Jimmy Johns to the library. I might just go to the library on Sunday anyways and pretend I'm wriritng a big paper. I do need to return that one book that ended up with all of my stuff back in VA. Don't worry, the rumors are false about the university witholding your diploma for overdue library books. Mine was definitely in the envelope.
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