At the end of it all, I’m laying in bed at my dad’s house listening to Aaron Neville’s Christmas album. Just like every year; Christmas eve at my mom’s Christmas days at my dad’s. The whole family spending a whole two days merrymaking.
Christmas reminds me how truly connected I am to my home and the people I love. I could feel the magic that I used to feel as a child during Christmas by watching my baby niece: Cora experience Christmas for the first time.. Memorized by the fire, watching the tree, and opening presents for her first time, her constant look of awe never faded.
This is such a nostalgic, and beautiful holiday. We all relive our best Christmas memories of the past, and combine them with the new ones.
As I child I was known to cry when Christmas was over, and tonight as I lay in bed after a great Christmas at 21 years old, I still can see why: The nostalgia of the season, it’s just too much fun.
I walked into the union today and saw a giant “welcome to your tobacco-free campus” banner. I am not a smoker, but I also don’t agree with forcing lifestyle changes on any one. I have to wonder how this whole process went through, and how well our student senate represents our students. I even read up on our Benedictine values and I couldn’t find anything that would negate a student from making his or her own decisions. The value of community, which includes “manifesting an ability to adapt to circumstances without compromising our values” seems like maybe there should have been more opportunities to help our students kick the habit rather than compromising our freedom to make our own decisions as growing adults. Welcome to your new campus.