Renée Darline Roden | June 11, 2019
This past weekend, I returned to campus for my five-year reunion. The last time I had set foot on campus was a cool five weeks before.
“I’m not really a ‘Notre Dame Person,’” I told a friend in New York leading up to the event.
Her face glazed over in a skeptical stare. In the five years since I graduated, I’ve spent the majority of my time back on Notre Dame’s campus, first earning a graduate degree in theology and then shuttling back and forth between New York and South Bend as a proud employee of the very department that was organizing the reunion extravaganza: the Notre Dame Alumni Association.
“I think you’re a Notre Dame person,” my friend responded, digging into the brie.
I’ve been back to campus for football weekends — accompanying my parents to their first, the Texas-Notre Dame opener in 2015. I’ve been back as an assistant rector, in atonement for my sin of moving off campus senior year. I’ve been back as a graduate student, gaining access to exclusive library lounges and scoffing at the end-of-the-semester fervor of undergraduates swarming Hesburgh. I’ve been back for weddings, for work — I barely feel like I’ve left. How special could reunion be?
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