USF ALUMNA, I don't want to extend this string into infinity since it's much afar Festus' hurried post about Scott Sidwell and new media. I've always appreciated your posts, and found our posts here somewhat frustrating. I've been thinking of your last post and Theresa's "Awesome!" comment all day. I was going to start a new string to encourage "sensitive" reflections on our Hilltop, but thought the better of it.
But here's what I would have initiated it with: "For me, our Hilltop started with residing in an almost new Phelan Hall. Each night I would look out at my illuminated, favorite city. It was like having a tiny apartment near the top of Montmartre. In that same freshman year, I admit to having difficulty finding Gleason Library, but its rooftop revealed the mountains of fog engulfing the GG Bridge, slowly crawling up Lone Mountain to enshroud our campus. But the library soon forged me into a real student, ready to devote long hours to study. SI Church witnessed a similar transformation from early, desperate Masses attended as a freshman and dedicated to undeserved "Blue Book inspirations" on finals. As a senior, a particular Mass said by Fr. Maynard, S.J. and served by me is always with me. It was dedicated to the death of my mother, who unexpectedly passed two weeks before my senior finals. Her sudden death rocked many at USF, including her good friend Fr. Dullea, S.J., and those at Bellarmine where she was a leader. So as you said about boys, USF ALUMNA, they can be sensitive too."