I mean, to live in Jesus' dorm.
I love seeing friars when I'm walking to class.
There is safety in numbers, especially when you get a discount on your dance ticket.
The book club is going to be discussing "How to Find Your Soulmate Without Losing Your Soul".
We may not have a football team, but we have frisbees. Lots of them.
There must be a sale on turkey; we've had it 3 times in a week.
Lights out is always characterized by the sound of girls chanting the Salve Regina.
Movie night is ended with the comment, "Wasn't that a great scene of redemption at the end?"
The appropriateness of movies at said movie night is determined by the USCCB standards.
One of the best feelings in the world is opening your mailbox and seeing one or more pieces of mail.
A better feeling is seeing a card with a yellow sticker in your mailbox. Indicating the reception of a *gasp* package!!
It's great to open one of those boxes and find scented dryer sheets.
My "mysterious nephew" simply made my day last week.
There is nothing worse than looking at your watch and finding that your class begins in 4 minutes, and you're still in your dorm room.
After looking at your watch and bolting across campus, it's sooooo relieving to walk into that classroom precisely at 2:15.
And it's frustrating when the professor doesn't begin teaching until 2:18. I could have saved my breath!!
The campus internet is so protected that I can't unsubscribe from the wig emails I've been getting. (Yes, you read that right. The last one read "Be who you want to be in a wig". I'm who I want to be without a wig, thank you very much.)
The chapel has at least 10 girls in it every night at midnight.
12:05 mass is always full.
10:30 mass on Sundays is wall-to-wall packed. Every. Single. Week.
There are too many households to visit. I want to go to them all.
Praise and Worship night is almost as well-attended as weekday mass. Almost.
Did I mention that I love it here?
Yeah, I figured that you got that message.