The Saint Mary’s alumnae have always been a special group of people who love to share all of their Saint Mary’s experiences with the biggest smiles and happiest hearts. This week, we have a feature poem from recent graduate Belle, Vanessa Fisher, who also tells us all about her life early-post Saint Mary’s! Read her beautiful way of capturing the wonderful experiences every Belle has:
Saint Mary’s Sisterhood
It all started with the drive down the Avenue
Taking it all in, the perfect college view
Green leaves, tall trees
Then walking into your dorm to retrieve your room key
The RAs welcomed you, knowing how it felt to be brand new
Parents and siblings helping you unpack your stuff
Trying to decide whether to loft or bunk
A welcome week shirt waiting for us on our desks
We come to find out it’s what we wear to Domerfest
A big room full of freshman from Notre Dame, Saint Mary’s and Holy Cross
Exchanging numbers with boys, hoping you didn’t forget your lip gloss
You go through the first week of classes like it was a breeze
Then you find out syllabus week was just a tease
Activities night overwhelms you with numerous clubs to join
In order to decide which ones to choose, you end up flipping a coin
Football weekends are all you start to live for in the fall
Cheering for old Notre Dame to win over all
Saturday nights riding on the trolley
Texting friends hoping to find a dorm party
You discover some of your friends have never seen snow before
Many come from places that only have sandy shores
Spring semester brings All School Formal
Dancing with your friends and dates any way but normal
You study until finals week suddenly arrives
Before summer starts, you don’t know if you’ll make it out alive
That first summer is really hard being away from your girls
Sophomore year begins, classy and fabulous in our pearls
The year we start to seriously think about our major
When sometimes you’re more worried about being an under-ager
Hoping that party doesn’t get busted
To be safe you go back to your dorm and order a pizza that is cheese-crusted
We attend other sporting events like basketball, baseball and hockey
We find out the players who are humble and those who are cocky
By this time we are tight with the drivers of blinky
A van full of girls that on the surface looks kinda creepy
All of a sudden your college years are half way over
Our wardrobe is made up of French crosses and clovers
Junior year, your friends start to turn twenty-one
Don’t forget your friends that are babies, they still want to have fun
Then classes are suddenly in full swing
You are excited to finally order your class ring
Celebrating when Notre Dame scores with touchdown push-ups
Watching away games in an Irish pub
In the spring you get to enjoy Junior Moms
Drinking wine and cheese with your mother was the bomb
Academically they say junior year is the hardest
When you make it through, you feel like one of the smartest
The most anticipated senior year is here
Already thinking about grad school or a career
Tailgating is still a routine activity
Wanting anything but being in the library in captivity
Senior Dads weekend is revolved around beer and football
It ended up being one of the best weekends of them all
Who could forget peaceful walks to the Grotto to light a candle
Praying to God that He doesn’t give us anything we can’t handle
Notre Dame Stadium tours, hitting the sign “Play Like a Champion Today”
Really hoping time slows down, not wanting it to ever be May
Wherever it may be – Brother’s, Fever, Corby’s or the Backer
We are living it up like we are seniors forever
A year of lasts, everything seems to be going way too fast
Sister Madeleva promised the discovery of ourselves, the universe and our place in it
She was right and we found friends that are closer than anyone could knit
We find out that we came to this school not to find our misters, but to find our sisters
Graduation day comes and you can’t help but think: “What have I done?”
I don’t want to leave, maybe I can stay longer if I just believe
You get your diploma regardless of how hard you wish to stay
It is more rewarding than you think walking across that stage
You obtain a degree from the best college you could dream of
Nothing can take away your Saint Mary’s love
College ends, but the sisterhood never does
Once a belle, always a belle
It’s hard to describe your experience in a nutshell
Dressed with a cap and gown that are black