Monday, September 24, 2018

What I Wish I Knew When I Was a Freshman

This year has been consumed by the move of 2018. Over the last six months I have spent a great majority of my life packing, purging, moving, and now unpacking and purging again. I would not wish this on my worst enemy. Seriously, moving stinks. But, occasionally I have stumbled across a gem or two that is worth sharing, and this is one of them. 

I found a printout of "what I wish I knew when I was a freshmen." I have no idea where this came from, or who sent it to me, but I can tell it was printed on 9/4/2001. If you know where this originated from, please let me know so that I can give them credit for it; because it's pretty darn amazing. So, here it is! Oh, and if you're going to the ND vs. Stanford game this Saturday, pack your GREEN! 

What I wish I knew when I was a freshmen at Notre Dame ...

  • A National Championship in football was not included in my tuition payment.
  • A National Championship in football was also not included in my room and board.
  • Access to the University of Notre Dame library was included in my tuition payment.
  • Bookstore Basketball is the biggest event of the spring semester, bar none.
  • Four years could seem like four months.
  • The "Notre Dame Connection" we hear so much about in the job world works for graduates from outside of the College of Business, as well. It just takes longer.
  • Every freshmen deserves a chance to start fresh, no matter what people thought of them in high school.
  • In The Observer, the appearance of 53 instances of misspelling or poor grammar in a single issue results in the editor-in-chief remarking, "Hey gang, nice job today!"
  • No matter how bad it looks outside, Club 23's juke box makes it one of the coolest bars in South Bend.
  • I'll never be in this place, with so many talented, good people, again in my life. Ever.
  • That kid down the hall that I didn't talk to freshman year could end up being a life-long friend.
  • Members of the opposite sex like you for reasons you can't quite comprehend. And you never get why they hate you, either. 
  • US Military Prisons have barracks with better facilities than Campus View Apartments.
  • You don't have to get hammered and hook-up to have a good time at an SYR.
  • I shouldn't have turned down that hot chick who asked me out because I was too lazy to walk to Pangborn from North Quad to pick her up.
  • Giggling in class every time someone says "depends," "moist," or "member" is not a good idea.
  • There are some members of the administration who listen to and are excited by great ideas from students, and who do all they can to help them implement those ideas.
  • Taking the chance to study abroad could change your life.
  • Some of the coolest, hippest, most interesting music available today is found on WVFI, not on 92.9 FM, South Bend.
  • With just a little ingenuity, open-mindedness, and creativity, there are some great date restaurants in South Bend.
  • The conversations one has late night with one's roommates and friends are a large part of what matters to you down the line. They build friendships, they help you learn, and they're a great place to share ideas. Note: If all you and your friends talk about late night is what might have happened with Led Zeppelin if John Bonham hadn't died, find new friends. 
  • Feeling a little homesick is natural.
  • There are many things more important than grades.
  • There are many things more important than getting hammered.
  • The guys down the hall who appear to know everything sometimes know almost nothing that matters.
  • Skipping class to play video games is rarely a good idea.
  • Skipping class to toss a baseball around on the first nice day of spring is often a good idea.
  • Going to church, even though my parents aren't making me anymore, is a good idea most of the time.
I hope you enjoyed that little blast from the past. And now, back to unpacking I go! 

Cheers & GO IRISH! 

Saturday, September 22, 2018

Love Thee Notre Dame

It’s not a Notre Dame working weekend for me, and while I will miss not seeing the game in person, I am secretly thrilled to be home on a weekend for the first time in four weeks. I’m still not comfortable being in the press box, or on the sidelines, but I’m working on it. Every week, every time I work a game, I’m working on it.

Maybe, someday, I’ll be happy with how I’m doing, but I’m just not there yet. And no, I may not be a “real journalist,” or a football “expert,” but I’m learning, and growing, and soaking up as much information as I possibly can. My opinions and beliefs may not be perfect, or even right, but they are mine, and they’re all that I’ve got. I do this because I love it, and it’s a passion of mine, but I’m not sure that I’m good at it yet, or ever will be.

I hope you enjoy my writing, and my coverage of Notre Dame football, and I hope I’m not a disappointment to the “real writers” out there. And, while I’ve got you here, I’d just like to say thank you. Thank you for following me and supporting me on this journey. Love thee Notre Dame.

Cheers & GO IRISH!

Wednesday, August 22, 2018

Moses the Lion

Today I am going to introduce you to my next favorite animal at the zoo, (no, I really don't  have any favorites, I love them all equally!), Moses the lion.

Moses is a new addition to our zoo, coming to us this summer from a zoo in Oklahoma. He is an incredibly handsome, twelve year old, male lion; and he knows that he is handsome. When I walk down to where his enclosure is, he always stretches, and then saunters over to where I am and poses ... just to make sure that I can get a good look at him and his magnificent mane. 

He, like Tati the Tiger, has been very vocal lately. I'm not sure if he's trying to get the attention of Tati, or the female lion, Raina. Either way, he's been very vocal in trying to display his male prowess. I love falling asleep, and waking up in the morning, to the sound of the lions and tigers talking amongst themselves. It has been one of the coolest things about living on property here at the zoo. 

Here's Moses! 

(You can visit Moses yourself at Wild Valley Animal Park! Coming soon ... personal tours of the park. For more info visit: http://wildvalleybranson.com/)








Monday, August 20, 2018

We Survived!

On Friday of last week, I anxiously wrote about how endless "Preference Day" felt, and that Bid Day couldn't arrive soon enough; and then it did! My daughter called me at 1:30am on Saturday morning to let me know that Preference Day (Pref Day) had finally concluded. She explained to me that she had got invited to Pref Day parties by the two houses that she had listed as her #1 and #2, and that she thought things had gone well. At the end of the Pref Day parties, they once more submitted their final list, ranking the two houses, and then had a long night of nervous waiting ahead of them until the the 10:30 am countdown to the opening of the "bids."

I arrived at the University of Arkansas at 9:30 am, a full hour before the envelopes would be opened. The Greek Amphitheater was already quite full, with the "Potential New Members" (PNMs) front and center, all of the current sorority members sitting in their sections behind the PNMs, and then all of the families standing on the grass behind the seats. The music was blaring, there were balloons everywhere, the different houses were doing their cheers; it was all pretty overwhelming as I walked in and found a place to stand. I was only a few feet onto the grass when the tears started falling. Thank goodness I had my sunglasses on, and why in the world did I think it was a good idea to wear makeup? Not only was I crying, but it was a million degrees and I was sweating it all off anyways. So much for photo opportunities later.  

The festivities started officially at 10:00 am. They thanked everyone and their brother who had helped out with the week's events. One-by-one, each sorority house did their signature cheer. Then the Gamma Chi's (or counselors), who have to disassociate themselves from their houses for the week, unveil which house they belong to, which was really cool. And then at 10:30 am they counted down from 10, a cannon of confetti sprayed the crowd with tiny bits of shiny, colored paper, and the girls opened their bids. Talk about pure joy. The screams, laughter, tears of joy, jumping up and down, hugging ... every range of emotion displayed once the envelopes were opened, and then they all ran to their houses. 

With so many people crammed into the amphitheater, of course my phone had no signal. I started walking towards the street that all of the sorority houses were on, not really knowing where I was going because I could not get a hold of my daughter, but then she finally texted me back ... "PHI MU!! MEET US AT THE HOUSE!" It was such an incredible scene. Girls reuniting with their families, introducing their parents to their fellow recruits and new sisters. Lots of photo taking. So much excitement. Then, after they did the big group photos, they took all of the new pledges into the house and did a ribbon pinning ceremony, which kicks of the 10 week pledging process the girls are about to embark upon. 

Let me talk about this house for a second ... it is absolutely stunning. The house she is pledging, Phi Mu, is one of the two sororities at the University of Arkansas which just got brand new houses, and let me tell you; it's incredible. I almost didn't want to touch anything, it's just that gorgeous. After we had a snack, and explored the house a bit, we went with one of her friends and her family to get some lunch, and then before I knew it, it was 4:30 pm and time for me to go home. 

And so, in one day I said goodbye to both of my children. I had already hugged my oldest goodbye earlier that morning as he headed back to college, and then I hugged her goodbye and wished her good luck for her first week of classes. How on earth can I be an empty nester already?? Didn't they just start grade school YESTERDAY?? 

All I can say is that Bid Day was an incredible day, and was not only everything I dreamed it would be, but more. It exceeded every single expectation I had of the day; completely. 

Here are a few photos from her glorious Phi Mu bid day. Let the collegiate adventures begin! 










Cheers!

Saturday, August 18, 2018

Book Review: The Pluck of the Irish

With just over two weeks until the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame’s home opener against the University of Michigan, I’m looking for anything and everything Notre Dame that I can get my hands on. In my search to ingest all things Notre Dame, I found this wonderful new book, “The Pluck of the Irish: 10 Notre Dame Sports Figures Who Made a Difference.” This inspirational anthology tells the stories of 10 individuals (not all athletes) who were influenced by Notre Dame and went on to make a difference. 

(This book review was first published on OneFootDown)

The book, written by Jim Hayden (a Notre Dame graduate himself), is a fun and enjoyable read for anyone who wants to understand the positive impact that an institution like Notre Dame can have during a crucial, formative period of their lives. Also, it shows how students, staff and administrators can have a profound impact on the University they attend. 

The Pluck of the Irish opens with a tribute to Harry Ornest, whose family’s contributions made this book possible. Ornest is best remembered as the owner who rescued the St. Louis Blues (of the National Hockey League) in the 1980’s, and who had a lifetime of success in managing teams and enjoying sports of all kinds. Once Harry realized at age 22 that he wasn’t good enough to play baseball professionally, he made sure he wasn’t far away from the game. He taught his children the value of hard work, had a good sense of humor, and loved to laugh, even at himself. In the foreword, written by Laura Ornest (Harry’s daughter), she hopes “these stories of notable Notre Dame sports figures inspire you as much as our dad inspired us.” 

The book includes stories about Father Theodore Hesburgh: Shaping History, Johnny Lujack: Hard Times Forged a Legend, Haley Scott DeMaria: First, You Survive, Red Smith: The Elegant Explainer, Muffet McGraw: Hard Lesson on the Hardwood, Geoge Blaha: The Voice in the Wind, Pete Duranko: The Impact Player, George Dohrmann: To Tell the Truth, Tommy Hawkins: The Agent of Change, Rocky Bleier: Down, But Never Out, and concludes with some Fighting Irish Fun Facts and Tales. 

Which chapter did I enjoy the most? That’s a tough question, as I have enjoyed them all. Even though I have heard Haley Scott DeMaria’s story many times, and was a student at Notre Dame when it all happened, I always find myself so inspired each time I read it. Of course, Father Hesburgh’s chapter is uplifting, and even contained a story about Father Hesburgh that I’ve never heard before. And I very much enjoyed Johnny Lujack’s story. I am always blown away by the stories of the athletes from the 1940’s who made it a priority to balance going to college along with serving their country and fighting in WWII. They are our true heroes. 

I don’t want to tell you too much about the book or you won’t go get it yourself! Please, do yourself a favor and check it out ... Pluck of the Irish: 10 Notre Dame Sports Figures Who Made a Difference. It is available in both print and ebook versions, on Amazon and Barnes & Noble

Do you have any specific questions about the book? Leave them for me in the comments section!

Cheers & GO IRISH!

Friday, August 17, 2018

Letters From Mom

My daughter has been participating in Sorority Recruitment this week, and today is "Preference Day" ... which basically means that I am a nervous wreck. When I talked to her last night she seemed WAY more calm than I feel, so kudos to her for truly trusting the process and keeping herself together. 

Tomorrow is Sorority Bid Day, when they find out whether or not they have an offer to join a Sorority. This whole process has been very interesting for a mom who went to a school (Notre Dame) that did not (and still does not) have Greek life. I hope my daughter has enjoyed the week, but from the mom aspect, it's been a pretty stressful week, especially seeing as we still haven't found a home to live in here in Branson, but that is neither here nor there. 

Seeing as I shared my first letter from my dad earlier in the week, I thought I'd share my first letter to my daughter today. I am counting down the hours until I find out whether or not she gets a bid, and tomorrow I will head down to Arkansas to hopefully celebrate with her (fingers crossed)! I am thrilled as she heads down her collegiate journey, and can't wait to see how her path unfolds. Here you go ... hope you enjoy it!








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August 7, 2018

Letters from Mom - #1

Hi Cate!

By the time you open this letter, you will have made it through the first two days of Sorority Recruitment. You will probably have also gone through the first round of cuts, and even though you knew they were coming, I know they are still not easy. I’m also sure that you’ve heard them tell you to “trust the process” more times than you can count, but I am going to say it one more time, trust the process. They have been recruiting girls to become members of sororities since 1851 (here’s a little sorority fun fact: the first sorority was Alpha Delta Pi, and it was founded on May 15, 1851, in Macon, Georgia), and the “process” truly does work or they wouldn’t be using it all of these years later! You have everything within you to get you through this. You are strong, smart, beautiful, funny, caring, and generous; and whichever house you land in will be lucky to have you. Remember, every sorority house at Arkansas is great. They all having amazing girls, functions, intramural sports, sisterhoods, and soon you will call one of them home.

Don’t compare your journey to anyone else’s journey. Every girl is going to go through recruitment on her own path, and every girl will get to her number one choice differently, and that is okay. Bid day will be amazing for each and every one of you, no matter how you got there. Also know you will be so much stronger as a result of going through the recruitment process, and you will see a resilience in yourself that you may have never seen before. You are about to embark upon a new journey, not just academically at college, but with your sisters as well, that you will remember and treasure for the rest of your life.

I am so proud of you. Proud of everything you have done up to this point, and proud of everything that you will do in the next four years. Just like the good witch Glinda told Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, “You’ve always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.” I can’t wait to see all of the things that you will learn and experience over the next four years. My four years at Notre Dame were truly some of the best years of my life. They molded and shaped me into the woman I am today, equipped me with skills that I use every day, both professional and personally; and the friends I made there are probably the closest friends I have to this day, even though we live far apart and only see each other a few times a year.

I love you, my dear! Enjoy every moment of this, and call home!! J

Here’s a little “Note to Self” for recruitment week:

-          Your feelings ARE valid
-          You ARE allowed to enforce your boundaries
-          You DO NOT need anyone else’s approval
-          You ARE capable of amazing things
-          You ARE enough

I love you! Next letter … next week!

Love you,
Mom

Thursday, August 16, 2018

Tati the Tiger

Now that I have relocated down to the Branson area where our two zoos are located, I am going to start introducing you to some of our animals. Today I'm going to introduce you to one of our tigers, Tatiana, or Tati for short. 

We've had Tati since she was a small cub, and she really loves my son as he was with her during her formative years. Last night he was running the length of two sides of her enclosure, and she was running right along with him. It's pretty cool to see which humans they attach themselves to. She is a beautiful, playful creature, and has a wonderful personality and temperament. 

She and the other cats that we have on premise have been pretty vocal since I've been here, and most mornings I wake up to tigers and lions roaring, which is pretty fantastic I must say. And, without further ado ... here's Tati!

(You can visit Tati yourself at Wild Valley Animal Park! Coming soon ... personal tours of the park. For more info visit: http://wildvalleybranson.com/)