Welcome Home, New Hoyas!
16 years ago today,* I was an 18-year old freshman entering Georgetown’s campus for the first time as a student. Looking back, I am truly grateful to the faculty, staff, Jesuits, and classmates who helped me to grow academically, spiritually, and personally, and become the person I am today. They were with me in the classroom and in the corridors of residence halls, lazing on Copley Lawn, or walking down to (the now-departed) Georgetown Bagelry as the sun rose at the end of an all-nighter. We drank pitchers of High Life at the Tombs, and coffee at Uncommon Grounds, while debating politics, theology, or NFL quarterbacks, learning about relationships and responsibilities.
Even after graduating from Georgetown (the first time), many of the people I met—even on the first day of school—have continued to be some of my closest friends. They have been with me, celebrating successes and helping me through setbacks, worked alongside me as colleagues. Many danced late into the night at my wedding or celebrated Hugo’s birth with us.
While I have grown tremendously as a person since that August morning, I haven’t moved too far, geographically. About 5 blocks northeast, to be exact. Despite the fact that she had to work on campus later today, Liz was kind enough to detour our family jog this morning to be able to run past Healy Gates and snap a photo.
They are only latex, helium and string, but that annual balloon arch at the beginning of new student orientation always gives me goosebumps. I am excited to think about 1,700 more first-year Hoyas getting ready to begin their own journeys of self-discovery and transformation.
Welcome home, new Hoyas, and welcome to the family!
( *Technically, it was 16 years ago yesterday, but it was a Saturday morning, so I’m going with it).