Midnight, the eve of final week...I hear the Bun Run above my head. Good.
No worries, I'm downstairs in the computer cluster working on my paper on St Francis de Sales and marriage!
I would like to congratulate myself for having made it through my time at Notre Dame without ever seeing this event. (Though I've been unfortunately close at least twice!)
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I was once caught outside LaFortune while unclothed Zahmbies ran down the front steps. I pulled an abrupt u-turn and went without my Starbucks. The problem with these runs is, there is always the scheduled one before finals, but there are often impromptu ones at night during the week of finals when they boys decide that just once wasn't enough.
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