An Ode to My Alma Mater

If you read this blog regularly, or even occasionally, chances are you know that I attended college at the University of Dallas. You’ll probably also know that I love that school with a deep, abiding love. That I owe her and the people within her a debt of gratitude.

But you may not really know why.

Just two weeks ago, after I published this post, I received an email and a facebook message from two different UD grads. They were girls I knew at a distance, girls whom I had passed on the Mall and smiled at or bumped into at a mutual friend’s party, but not girls who I’d ever really gotten to know.

They were writing to express their support for me. To tell me that they enjoy reading my blog and that they wish me well.

And then, just yesterday, I got another similar message from another UD acquaintance. 

This may not seem like that big of a deal to you, but it was a big deal to me. And here’s why.

There is, at UD, a very strong sense of Catholicism. There are many there who strive to live virtuous lives, who resist the siren call of “party” culture that exists even in such a fine institution.

And even among those who throw the occasional party or who down the occasional 40 in the woods while listening to someone strumming Irish folk tunes on the guitar, there’s still a fairly strong moral code.

There were those of us at UD who didn’t abide by that moral code. And the other students…they didn’t shun us, exactly. They just disapproved.

I could see it in the way they looked at me, they way they averted their eyes when my skirt was too short, the way they would give me a sad look when I walked home at 6 am on Sunday morning, still in my clothes from the night before, with my make-up smudged and my heels dangling from my fingers.

And it made me angry. I called them judgmental, pious, holier-than-thou, stuck-up, and some other choice phrases. We had nicknames for them: the long-skirts, the God-squad. Being around them made me uncomfortable, and I didn’t like being uncomfortable. My conscience squirmed in their presence, and I didn’t like to remember that I had a conscience at all.

Then I got pregnant. I was terrified to return to school that first semester. I hadn’t been showing at the end of the previous semester, but during the summer my belly swelled and rounded. There was no hiding the baby growing inside me, nor was there any hiding the lone diamond on my finger. The engagement ring. Better than no ring at all…but still.

I knew how they would respond. I could just picture them, watching me walk by, shaking their heads and making comments like, “We knew she would come to a bad end.”

I joked with the Ogre that I should just sew a red A on my chest, but my caustic laughter never quite hid the deep shame I felt. It wasn’t that I was ashamed of being pregnant, it was that I was ashamed of every step I had taken that had led me there. I was ashamed of who I had been. I was trying to change, making feeble, child-like efforts to turn my life around, but I knew that when they looked at me they would see only who I had been.

Or so I thought.

They didn’t avoid me. They didn’t cast reproving glances or whisper behind their hands. Oh, I’m sure there were some people who did, but the overwhelming majority of the kids at UD…because we were kids still, really…came straight up to me. Asked me how I was feeling, when I was due. Wanted to know how the Ogre and I were going to manage school after the baby came and…incredibly…offered to help in any way they could. They promised prayers, offered free babysitting, and let me share their notes when I missed class because of morning sickness or doctor’s appointments. They touched my belly, asked about baby names, and left me little gifts on the front seat of my car.

My mother-in-law said, at the time, that the community of believers is so incredible because they say, “Don’t do that, don’t do that, don’t do that” and when we do it anyway, they immediately put their arms around us and lift us up with love and support.

That was so true of my friends at UD. There were people I disliked, people I thought were snotty, who have since contacted me through facebook just to wish me well and tell me that they pray for me often. There was one professor, a numerary in Opus Dei, who spent countless hours talking with me in the Cap Bar, listening to my struggles, offering advice, and keeping me in her prayers. The outpouring of love and support that the Ogre and I received from the students and faculty at the University of Dallas was both incredible and incredibly humbling.

It’s only now, looking back, that I realize that those people who I wrote off as judgmental, who gave me sad glances and kept their distance, weren’t judging me at all. They were loving me. They were loving me by not condoning my behavior and by not pretending that there was nothing wrong with the way I acted and the choices I made. In almost any other college in the world, my behavior wasn’t that deplorable. Anywhere else it wouldn’t have raised an eyebrow, and likely wouldn’t have even been noticed as being anything other than the ordinary behavior of a typical college girl. But at UD, the students saw me for what I was.

And they loved me anyway.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889780681891693861 Sarah

    This is really beautiful! I went to a "Cardinal Newman" college (Mount St. Mary's MD) and for about half of my time there, lived a party girl lifestyle. Though I did not get pregnant, I still experienced a lot of welcome, support, and friendship from girls I had previously shunned myself, as judgmental, holy rollers, etc., when I began experiencing a the beginning of a true conversion my senior year. Some of those very same women are still friends who I seek out with spiritual questions! :) I am so glad you had a welcoming, truly Christ-like experience with the people at your college.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08838955376428951327 Grace Marie

    I love this. Possibly my favorite post…which is saying a LOT!!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124924834157134606 Cecilia

    Sarah, You went to Mt. St. Mary's? Me too! Mounties Unite! :)Calah, great post!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13665125483981653943 Suzanne

    Love and grace are offered to us everyday; sometimes the hard part is having the humility to receive it… Isn't it wonderful that UD is still giving to you!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889780681891693861 Sarah

    Cecilia, When did you graduate? I was class of 06. :) I don't think I've ever found another Mountie in the blog-o-sphere before!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769858290930733258 Julie

    Hear hear! It's times like these I wish UD had an alma mater to hum as I read along. And I would like to mention that I remember the first time I saw you pregnant (we were in the Capp Bar when I came for a visit) and my shocked expression was simply because you told me you were only six months along at the time:)

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/12557248434888642114 Melanie B

    Oh lovely. I love UD for so many reasons; but this is one of the most moving tributes I've ever read. And though I wasn't there at the same time you were it makes me very proud to belong to the UD community. Sadly, I know someone who was there a few years ahead of me who told me she did not feel so much love from the community after she got pregnant.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/07244126362811573472 The Boring Blogger

    Great post, Calah!! Thank you for sharing!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08135229596877003069 Michelle

    I have a priest-friend who graduated from UD. He has spoken very highly of it and by his actions, he has reflected very well of it, too. I am so happy that you received the love of Christ there. I love this post.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17887429052179249473 Dwija {House Unseen}

    Calah, Calah, Calah…my sistah from another mistah. I am for real. (I don't really know what to say after that, because there are so many thoughts in my head about this post and how I agree and how UD and my hubby and Jesus and Denise Phillips and Dr. Frank changed my life. But you know.) For real.


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