Everyone knows that Notre Dame is an extremely special place. There are very few universities in which academics, sports, campus involvement, and school spirit are all held in the utmost regard. While some people (probably Michigan fans) aren’t willing to accept how amazing Notre Dame is, I had no choice. My parents, aunt, two uncles, and several cousins attended school here, and my grandpa played center on the football team, so my fate as a Notre Dame fan was basically decided before I was born.
Somewhere between the age of one to nineteen and amongst the dozens of football games and campus visits, I fell in love with Notre Dame. When I applied senior year, good news did not follow. All it took was one glance at the tiny, white envelope that held my letter of rejection for five straight days of tears to start. Even though I was rejected, part of me wanted to explore a new part of the country, so I decided on Fordham University in New York City. While Fordham offered me the different experience I was looking for, I found myself close to tears after hearing about or seeing anything ND-related. When I went to Fordham football games, I pictured myself doing push-ups and singing the Alma Mater in the student section of Notre Dame Stadium. While I was home over Christmas break, I decided to fill out several transfer applications, with Notre Dame at the top of my list (if you were wondering, yes, the Common App is still as horribly painful the second time around). On June 15th, 2015, I received a large envelope in the mail from ND Admissions. I tore it open to find a large packet that read, “Welcome Home.” Side note: I think my life peaked at that exact moment.
Once August rolled around, I was so excited to get to campus. I couldn’t believe that I was actually going to be a NOTRE DAME STUDENT! At transfer orientation, we were given transfer “parents,” upperclassmen who had previously transferred to ND, and transfer “siblings,” other new transfers (s/o to the Daly-Mitchell Transfam). This setup allowed us to meet new people right away, which prevented us from feeling like complete freshman all over again. We also had the chance to partake in tons of organized activities and outings before the rest of the student body arrived on campus, making the transition to a new environment easier.
Although orientation made the transfer process easier, it was undoubtedly still an extremely hard adjustment at first. It seemed like everyone in the sophomore class had already developed friendships as freshmen, and I started to worry about making friends. I soon realized just how much dorms help with this fear, as I was able to meet so many new people through girls on the floor below me. Luckily, so many great people have come into my life this year, and I am so thankful for the decision I made to transfer here. I truly would not want to be anywhere else in the entire world, and I feel more at home than I do at my own house (sorry Mom and Dad). After all, our own president, Rev. John I. Jenkins, was a transfer student to Notre Dame from Creighton University. At the Official University Welcome, he said that transfer students have the most appreciation and love for their school after missing out on a full year that other students had, and I couldn’t agree more.