I find it difficult to remember many specifics about my first semester at Notre Dame. Mostly I just recall a general sense of being overwhelmed, in all senses of the word. It was exciting and exhausting and amazing and lonely and everyone was so smart and so impressive and just so everything. Some days I would run from class to class to activity, and suddenly it was 8 PM and I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. It’s not that I didn’t want food – I was literally so busy that I had forgotten to eat. Busy with many, many good things, to be sure – but there was just so much to do!
