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Then and Now

I am a senior living in 3B. I am studying Theology and English and some other stuff, running Kitch, making Mass announcements and hanging around when I can. Change is not my strong point; I have lived in the same hallway for four years for a reason. But, some change can be good, and while living in Keough these last four years, the building and the community has changed probably more than most people realize.

For starters, there are measurable changes. As a freshman in 2013, we were called freshman. Now, these anomalous and odd little creatures supposedly do not exist and first years reign supreme. The first day I walked into these doors, the picture of Marilyn M. was smaller. Fr. Pat was a brand-new rector; he was “Almost-Deacon Pat” (ADP), then “Deacon Pat” (DP), and then finally “Father Pat” (FP) that April. Fr. Neil was different; he was taller, he had more stories about Tanzania, we called him Fr. David—it is like he is a whole new person now. The elevator lounges were only used for studying if at all and had no TVs, the couches were less comfortable, the section lounges were louder and had the better (read: existing) TVs. Oh, and we did not have this blog!

More important than any of these changes though, was how strange Keough felt my freshman year. I did not know there was a basement or that my roommate did not have to be my best friend or that I would come to know so many people in general. I never imagined I would come to call this place home. Four years later, people are different, but they are more familiar. I have watched them run chariots, played section football with and against them, studied together, gathered socially, and eaten together more times than I can count. We have been to football games and basketball games now that we are good. We have wrestled and played football and golf in the halls. We have come together for Fr. Hesburgh’s funeral; we have prayed together. We have become best friends and brothers.

Whether that change is specific to me or if there is an overlying difference in the things around me, it hardly changes my understanding of it. From then to now, the change has been good. Our common spaces are nicer and we have seen more kangaroos. As good as those differences are, the greater change has been in us and how we continue to come together. Maybe it is nostalgia or maybe it is hope, but I do believe the best change is yet to come.


A kangaroo from Chariot Week!

A kangaroo from Chariot Week!

Ryan Kerr