Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Notre Dame: Very Catholic and in Indiana

     Lucky is the parent who enjoys the process.
     While I could portray last year's exploration of potential colleges—14, count 'em, 14 campus visits, from Wash U, in St. Louis to Dartmouth in New Hampshire, quite a lot really—as an ordeal, the truth is I vastly enjoyed touring these historic campuses with my family.  And though Son No. 1 did decide to go to a school, Pomona College, that we hadn't visited together, an irony for certain, it was still fun and interesting to explore these places that I had heard about all my life.
     To be honest, the information sessions did tend to blend together, and our tour guides did eventually blur into one interchangeable coed, fiercely proud of her ability to walk backwards, dubbing all good things "awesome" and using "actually" as an every-other-sentence intensifier. 
      I will admit that setting about to do it again, a second summer in a row, for Son No. 2, a rising high school senior, was sort of like running a marathon, collapsing over the finish line, sprawling for a moment, then shakily getting up, turning 180 degrees and loping off to do another.
      But it must be done.
      So we found ourselves at the University of Notre Dame last Friday.
      Yes. I know. Not my choice. If I had two associations in my mind with the renown university that is near—though not in, let's get that straight—South Bend, Indiana, the first is football, and the second is Catholicism.  And while my younger boy did play for a season in junior high school, he has no great affection for the sport, nor has he shown an interest in religion in general, never mind Catholicism in particular. But it's a brave new world we're living in, and you can't very well expect religious sorts to adapt to modern life if we seculars aren't willing to at least see what they have to offer. 
      Besides, he is leaning toward business, and Notre Dame has a highly-regarded business school, not to mention a tight-knit buddy network of graduates, which couldn't hurt in the scrabble up the greased pole of life. Its Mendoza College of Business is so popular, according to Mary, the spritely young lady leading the information session, that, new this year, prospective students must declare when applying whether they are interested in attending and, if so, whether they are willing to still go to Notre Dame and study something else if they don't get into Mendoza. Perhaps finance, Mary suggested, evoking in my mind a grumbling limbo of in-but-not-quite Notre Dame students dwelling on the chill periphery of their heart's desire, trying to replicate the Mendoza experience with economics courses and what stray Mendoza class they can jam themselves into. To keep the business school from being overwhelmed, Notre Dame now limits yearly admissions to 550 students, meaning that more than a quarter of each incoming class is there for business.
     That seems reason enough to attend.
One of many redheads
      "You can be the Jew," I told my boy, half-jokingly. "They must need one." (Actually, they do. According the U.S. News and World Report, Notre Dame, among the nation's top 25 universities, has the fewest percentage Jewish students, while 82 percent of the student body is Catholic). Not to devolve to stereotypes, but I saw more carrot-haired young men in our three hours on campus than I've seen elsewhere over the past three years. "The Fighting Irish" is more than just a motto.
      Trying to get with the program, I told my lad that we'll happily show up once a year to take in a football game with him. I went to a Notre Dame game once, the only previous time I'd been on campus, and found it an epitome, a finely honed ritual of pomp and grandeur that you don't really have to care for football to appreciate. The extra tall Irish Guard, the golden helmets, the fan frenzy, I felt like I was in ancient Rome to watch a mock naval battle at the Colosseum, or an anthropologist transported back in time and permitted to observe the Mayans sacrifice atop their pyramids. It was an amazing thing to see.
      The only drawback was, the team didn't play half as well as the band, a perennial problem, I understand.
      My younger boy shot me a cold look and said, "The hell you will," or words to that effect. A newly-minted 17, he's ready to push back at the world, which at the moment consists pretty much of his mother and me. 
      After the end of a film that brought tears to my eyes, the tour guides introduced themselves and—rather charmingly—displayed their favorite dance moves, then let the visitors pick which one they'd follow. Most went with the various buff athletic sorts (one strapping young man spoke at length about his involvement in inter-mural sports, only belatedly remembering, after the next guide had begun talking, to mention that he is studying physics). My younger son chose a slight, bespectacled tour guide, Sam B., whom we later agreed was hands down the best guide we've had in more than a dozen schools, including such places as Princeton, Yale and Williams. A philosophy major with three years of Latin under his belt, he had none of the blathering bonhomie of most guides. Instead, he enthused about having had the chance to go to a monastery in France to study Gregorian chants.
      Given the reputation of football at Notre Dame, I thought both the info session and the tour showed an admirable restraint. Sam did point out Touchdown Jesus, the famed mural, and mentioned that students are allowed to buy game tickets, with the freshmen sitting nearer the end zone, advancing toward the 50 yard line as they rise toward being seniors (except for grad students, who are tucked back by the freshmen). Parents are also permitted to purchase tickets to one game a year, usually against Navy. I shot a glance at my younger boy, who seemed a bit abashed, as if suspecting for the first time that wanting to go to a game was not just a freakish desire of his own intrusive father, but might be a trait shared by other parents.
      When we got to Knute Rockne Memorial Gym, our guide observed that it was named for the famed coach. 
     "Known as the 'winningest coach in college football,'" Sam said, with almost a sneer, then added. "I don't like 'winningest'. That's not how gerunds work."      
      "Finally, a real person," said my older son, who gamely tagged along on the trip to wrangle our dog. 
      Notre Dame still has sex-segregated dorms, which isn't quite the blue sidewalks for boys and pink for girls at Bob Jones University, but seems a charming anachronism, though Sam pointed out that visiting hours are from 9 a.m. to midnight, which struck me as time aplenty for resourceful undergrads.
     The school also holds 140 masses a week, every dorm has one, though students are not compelled to go, a policy that they are perhaps more proud of than they should be in 2014. "I have many friends who are not Catholic," Sam revealed, trusting us to not judge him too harshly.
       Notre Dame's campus itself is new and deluxe-looking, well-manicured and obviously the result of a flowing cataract of grateful alumni cash (though, when the mother of the other student on our tour asked if we could see a dorm room, which are shared by up to six students, Sam told us they were "locked." It might be the first college in our experience which didn't show off a dorm—some schools start there and show several—and when I related this puzzlement to my neighbor, whose business works closely with colleges, he tossed his head back and laughed, explaining that the dorms at Notre Dame are notoriously "crappy and old" and that's why they don't let visitors see them. He added that Notre Dame has lost hot football prospects who quailed at the thought of living in the dorms). 
     I was surprised to learn that Notre Dame doesn't have a Greek system, which seems out-of-place considering how big football is there. 
     "Maybe the place is one vast frat," I mused. 
      We passed through the Jordan Hall of Science, opened in 2006, with cathedral-like stonework, including, on our way in, Madam Curie venerated with a full-body statue, like a saint, as she ought to be.  I noticed that the displays inside pointedly hail evolution, and the age of the earth, as if to say, "We might be religious, but we don't blinder ourselves with it."
     Walking out, I noticed Galileo given the same treatment, which seemed ironic, given his suppression by the Catholic church. 
     "Galileo," I whispered to my older son, pointing. "All is forgiven."
     "He recanted," he replied, dryly. 
     In my capacity as encouraging dad, I try to be supportive of my kids, and sang the official party line on Notre Dame: a fine school my boy would be lucky to get into. I kept that up, a breezy banter as we walked to the car. 
     Though my older son, acting as a sort of Greek chorus, did speak my hidden thoughts as we ambled across the tree-lined campus.
     "It's very, very Catholic," he said. "It's also located in the state of Indiana."
     Hard to argue that.


  1. My father played against Notre Dame as a starter for Indiana University. Two years in a row, their first game was against ND and proved to be a season ender for him. He played out his NCAA eligibility (the Big Ten had different rules than the NCAA in those days - not sure about now) at a small southern girls school that wanted to go coed - Florida State (formerly Florida State College for Women). As my dad described it, there were about 100 men on campus, about 50 of whom were former Big Ten players, and "thousands of women."

    The one school my father always despised was ... Notre Dame, probably as a direct result of his football experience. Which is why it's wildly ironic to me that my brothers plan a big outing every year to go to a Notre Dame game. They fly into Chicago with several friends from the US and Canada, to Pequod's for deep dish pizza, and rent a car to make the pilgrimage to South Bend for their annual Notre Dame game. None of these guys went to Notre Dame, and I'm pretty sure none of them are Catholic.

    So, it's not just you. I've never been. Clearly I must be missing out on something.

  2. As a lapsed Jew, now atheist, going to a Catholic school isn't anywhere near as awful as being forced to spend years in Indiana.

  3. WNDU-TV broadcasts SNL to this day. And our slow decent into winter begins.
    *Puts on Arizona State wind-breaker in the air conditioning.* Nice post, Neil.

  4. I know you said it as a joke but in order to go there he has to be willing to be THE Jew. For a kid who grows up in your LSP you don't have to think much about your being Jewish if you are not the sort of person who thinks much about it. But at Notre Dame it will be defining. It will be the thing that most people remember about you. That may be ok with him but he should be aware that it will be part of the experience. And for the rest of his life his school and his religious background will be remarked on together.

    In any event I agree with you about school visits. If you want to see a very cool out and out " safety" that has an undergrad b school but is not in Indiana I recommend the U of Pittsburgh. If you've never seen the Cathedral of Learning with its Great Hall from Hogwarts-ish study area and it's working classroom International rooms, it's a must see.


  5. Neil,

    Based upon my experience with how non-Christians do in a highly "christianized" environment, I think your son would always be on the outs at a place like Notre Dame. I am sure that he would be treated respectfully but he would never truly fit in. Nor would he become part of the "network" again due to the inability to fully enter into it. And, ask yourself, do you want your son to marry a Catholic especially a fervent one like you might find at Notre Dame? I know this makes me sound far behind the times but I've seen the heartache that can happen.

    1. That is my thinking, though I want my son to attend wherever he pleases, and marry whomever he likes. It's not my call.

    2. I hope this is all hypothetical. I had no idea (religious) slavery and dogma was still in vogue.
      Christians are Jews and vice versa. Same with Muslims. Et al. Last I checked, we all bleed red when injured, and all societies condemn lying as a cultural taboo. Everything else is an inteollectual exercise with little value but to create division. Any one know the lake temp. today, the pan fish seem to be multiplying?

    3. I guess that making snarky comments while hiding behind "Anonymous" is still in vogue too.

    4. Mr. Graf,
      I am a retired vet of the Korean war. My nurse assistant, Karl, types for me as I lost my eyesight in my left eye due to Commie enemy fire, I now have an eyepatch.
      You are welcome.

      Col. M.E. Fletch (ret.)

    5. Col. Fletch:
      I am an ROTC cadet in the Kentucky National Guard.
      My grandfather loves M*A*S*H* But I was told, "Freedom aint free."
      Thank you, kindly, for your service, I can only hope to be a full
      Kentucky Colonel someday, should I be able to avoid enemy fire. (UL Listed, excepted.)
      Muchas Gracias,
      Juan Sanders
      Lexington, KY

    6. Old post I know, but both of my (devoutly Catholic) professor mother's bosses over 40 years at St. Mary's were Jewish, and both were close family friends. Growing up as faculty family (my father spent 58 years on the ND faculty as well), I knew several Jews who were on the faculty. The students I can't speak for, as I went to IU. But I never got the feeling that anyone who wasn't Catholic was part of a second-class network there.

    7. @ Anonymous Christians believe Christ is their savor and the Son of God. I think Jews only see him as a prophet.

    8. Realizing this an old post, I had to say...I just love that word "snarky"

  6. Although there are redheads in my family, the most I've ever seen at one time was at the Grand Canyon when a bus offloaded a bunch of students, a third of whom had red hair -- they were Israelis.

  7. There's nothing really wrong with the state of Indiana. If your son wants to go to a good business school, he should consider IU/Bloomington, one of the best in the country.

    I have pretty strong opinions about Notre Dame, but I think I'll keep them to myself.

  8. ..."it must be"...

  9. Heavy drinking culture. It was then (I graduated in 1980) and I'm told it still is.

    1. As opposed to all those college campuses where that isn't an issue? At Dartmouth, the (unofficial) school mascot is Keggy the Keg. I'm trusting the cringingly awful cautionary tale embodied by their own father will, perhaps, with luck, keep them on the straight-and-narrow, wherever they go.

  10. Although she is not a francophone my wife, as a classically trained singer, knows correct French pronunciation, and the way we born and bred Yankees pronounce the name of that university drives her nuts.

    As for me, coming to Chicago after growing up elsewhere, I still find it hard to understand why I should give a damn about the football fortunes of a school located in darkest Indiana.

    1. How does she feel about Des Plaines?

    2. As my (ND professor) father used to say rather acerbically, "Noter Dayme" is a university in Indiana. Notre Dame is a cathedral in Paris. :)

  11. Or strange La Grange?

    1. What the heck???? La Grange is certainly not strange. It is a beautiful suburb with great schools and historic homes. So there..........

  12. "We begin by coveting what we see every day."
    -- Dr. H. Lecter, M.D.

    Any thoughts? Anyone?

  13. If he wants a good school where being Jewish would have nothing to do with the price of matzos, he should try Brandeis. I briefly considered going there. Very serious-minded place, architecture utilitarian-modern but pleasant, and roughly two-thirds Jewish student body, as I recall. Great reputation, lots of distinguished alumni.

  14. Oy vey! All my kidohs went to Michigan Jewish Institute when they weren't serving the Star of David. They have duel citizenship, and have made this father proud. Plus Tel Aviv has beaches galore.

    1. To anon at 9:35, how about serving the stars and stripes instead, if your family lives here?

  15. Anyone know approximate Jewish student population at Notre Dame?

  16. But he didn't go there after all. That's okay. Northwestern is better.

  17. As a mom who is helping her son scout out colleges, I really enjoyed this entry. I graduated from ND's law school. My son has attended a football game there and was very impressed. We are Jewish. In the late 1980's I found the school very close minded. For example, Phyllis Schlafley was invited to speak at our law school, mass was given every week. Having had a career before I went to law school there, I was an anomaly. Nevertheless, I found my friends and I appreciated the beauty and "familia" of the campus. It certainly is much more conservative and homogeneous than I hoped for, but I managed to rebel my way through and still make friends and I hope "stir the waters" a bit -- and they needed stirring my friend. Every school needs diversity. Not sure it's the best place for my son, but we will at least go for the tour, but University of Michigan is still his first choice. I keep reminding him that the Mary, Joseph and Jesus were Jewish. Catholicism sprang from Judaism. Folks forget.

  18. I am that rare individual, a Jewish kid from Brooklyn that headed out to Notre Dame and Indiana at the ripe old age of 17. The year was 1971. I thoroughly enjoyed the blog about ND and the whole process that you had to endure. By my junior year there were 5-6 of us. We formed a "Jewish" group and met once, ate pizza and we all decided that we had already made our friends and never met again.

    My time at Notre Dame was one of the best times I've had, at least when I was not busting my ass studying or missing my family. I could have not have been more welcomed at any institution. In 6 years and two degrees I never once heard a disparaging word.

    I almost did not get to go, my mom was not too sure about her little boy heading off and interacting with all the Irish girls. This was ironic on two levels, one, my father was Irish and two, Notre Dame was all male in 1971. The Nun's did not count. My grandfather and I used to watch the game highlights on Sunday morning and he said it was a good choice so mom had no recourse but to let me go. She quickly became a big fan as well and proudly wore her Notre Dame mom paraphernalia.

    Your son would have loved the school. Yes, football is very important and a football weekend is a religious experience. Despite the low number of Jewish students, a large number of my professors were Jewish especially in the sciences. I was required to take two semesters of theology but I ended up taking three. One was Jewish theology and I learned more in that class than all my years in Hebrew School. It was taught by a rabbi. The other two classes were on Early Christianity. One of my favorite classes and almost got me to switch from a biology major to a history major. It also explains why I know more about early Christianity than most Catholics I know including my wife. Oh yeah, my mom's worse fear came true, I met a nice Polish Catholic girl while taking some classes at Rutgers. What can I say?

    The thing that I took most to heart about Notre Dame is the concept of service. I was introduced to the concept at ND but it took a long time for me to fully embrace it. Age may have something to do with that as well.

    Yes the dorm rooms are old but in lieu of "Greek" our dorms were our fraternity. Interestingly enough the oldest dumpiest dorms were the most popular.

    The best part of going to Notre Dame is having gone to Notre Dame. Tell someone you went there and generally a long conversation usually ensues, free drinks (diet coke for me) usually follow. I may be Jewish but I truly bleed Notre Dame gold and blue.

  19. I would never go to a school whose religious teachings have brought such unspeakable suffering to the world.

  20. Did they mention the blood libel, which was promulgated by the Catholic church?


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