Michael Garvey '74 | Mar. 29, 2013 | Notre Dame Magazine
At Notre Dame, on Tuesday of Holy Week, winter has gone on exactly too long. A dusting of stubbornly persistent snow falls from a galvanized gray-steel sky. Darting from residence hall to lecture hall, students stoop against the oncoming wind gusts, scowling into their iPhones, looking and doubtless feeling uncertain and out of joint, as if suddenly feeling that they don’t belong here, that some placement mistake has been made. And the feeling is contagious.