I am officially a second semester senior. Yikes. After passing in my seminar paper for my Jane Austen class yesterday, I packed up and headed back to good old Thornwood, NY for the holidays. As I was walking back to Williams after passing my paper in, I looked up at the chapel from Kimball Quad and, for some reason, was immediately brought back to the walk I took after my last final in Spring 2010, my final walk around HC before going home and getting ready to depart for Dublin.
As I sit at home writing Christmas cards, getting back into knitting, and working on my thesis ( I’m actually so grateful to have the time to put my full energy into writing about Irish female autobiography over this break! 🙂 ), I’m finding myself beginning to reminisce on my time at Holy Cross–and, of course, my time in Ireland–thus far.
I think part of this nostalgia finds its root in a big change occurring at Holy Cross. Just last week, many students had the opportunity to say goodbye to Fr. McFarland and wish him the best at his final Mass on campus. As we stood and extended our hands over Fr. McFarland, led in blessing him by Marybeth Kearns-Barret, I found tears running down my face. I will truly miss Fr. McFarland; simply seeing him on campus always made my day brighter; he always took the time to stop and ask how I was, how my classes were going. It’s hard for me to believe that many college students are anonymous faces to their college President. Words truly cannot capture my gratitude for all that Fr. McFarland has done for Holy Cross–and for the Worcester community. He will truly be missed.