I mean why does Sam keep getting invited to try out for the team. She is terrible, and will never make it. I’m so tired of her Notre Daming.
by Play like a Champion tomorrow January 9, 2019
I had no money to wash clothes this week, so I gotta go Notre Dame until my student loan comes through.
by dapoodog October 24, 2007
by Minagustd April 17, 2019
When three french people have a threesome in the eiffel tower position and light themselves on fire.
by Gayboikat98 April 16, 2019
An 800 year old cathedral in France.
Americans seem to think it's a university in Indiana, but that's ridiculous because who names a university after a world famous landmark in another continent?
Americans seem to think it's a university in Indiana, but that's ridiculous because who names a university after a world famous landmark in another continent?
Normal person: Did you hear about notre dame burning down?
American: Woah my brother goes there!
Normal person: Goes to a French cathedral...
American: What cathedral? Notre dame is a university
American: Woah my brother goes there!
Normal person: Goes to a French cathedral...
American: What cathedral? Notre dame is a university
by RumblyDragoon April 17, 2019
IND is an all girls catholic highschool attended by your grandmother, mother, aunts, cousins, and sisters. No, it's not surrounded by rolling hills and beautiful trees, but within the first week of receiving your license, you've learned to parallel park in spaces just inches larger than your car. You regularly drive to the Inner Harbor for lunch and proudly wear your uniform in public.
You know that Hildie will give you a free lunch, cut you a break in detention, and give you change if you need it. You appreciate the fact that your lunch table is probably more diverse than the entire student body at other schools. You get less sleep during Spirit Week than you do during exam week and understand that no true INDian will ever wear red unless it's her class color.
Freshmen enter wearing high socks, long skirts, nametags, and tucked-in shirts; they never go down the "up only" stairs. By Senior year, your skirt has become 8 inches shorter, your name-tag has been "on order" (for the past three years), you've slept in your uniform more than once, and you're lucky to even find socks in the morning. You've also never heard of wearing make-up, shaving your legs, or brushing your hair during the week. By the time you graduate, you have fallen down the slate stairs at least once and when others fall, it's more acceptable to point and laugh than offer help.
With 100 days left, you hang your winter skirt from the slate stairs. Despite four years of complaining, you cry when you hear the final blessing on your last day; you vow to visit as an alum at the first chance you get. When you process from the Cathedral on graduation wearing matching long white gowns carrying a dozen red roses, you know you are not only leaving your class, but your family. You love your school and others will never understand.
You know that Hildie will give you a free lunch, cut you a break in detention, and give you change if you need it. You appreciate the fact that your lunch table is probably more diverse than the entire student body at other schools. You get less sleep during Spirit Week than you do during exam week and understand that no true INDian will ever wear red unless it's her class color.
Freshmen enter wearing high socks, long skirts, nametags, and tucked-in shirts; they never go down the "up only" stairs. By Senior year, your skirt has become 8 inches shorter, your name-tag has been "on order" (for the past three years), you've slept in your uniform more than once, and you're lucky to even find socks in the morning. You've also never heard of wearing make-up, shaving your legs, or brushing your hair during the week. By the time you graduate, you have fallen down the slate stairs at least once and when others fall, it's more acceptable to point and laugh than offer help.
With 100 days left, you hang your winter skirt from the slate stairs. Despite four years of complaining, you cry when you hear the final blessing on your last day; you vow to visit as an alum at the first chance you get. When you process from the Cathedral on graduation wearing matching long white gowns carrying a dozen red roses, you know you are not only leaving your class, but your family. You love your school and others will never understand.
by Katie S July 24, 2006