Kerry Temple '74 | Jan. 9, 2014 | Notre Dame Magazine
I discovered the dining hall’s free continental breakfast in the fall of 1970.
Winter was dimming my freshman glow. It was greyer, colder and more dismal than any autumns I had ever known. My cavalier approach to school was catching up with me. I was drowning in German class and teetering between D and F in math and biology — the classes I started each MWF with, at 8 a.m.
So one dark, disturbing day, returning to Farley after math class, I sought the solace of food.