Kids today.

How many times have I heard that from disgruntled adults, frustrated with America's youth and their lack of morals, consideration or tact?

Well, this past weekend I was a disgruntled adult.

For the past three years, I have attended Notre Dame home football games as a student, and I have enjoyed the spirit and atmosphere of the student section. Though the process of getting student tickets leaves something to be desired, it's always a rush to walk up to the window with the hope of getting spectacular seats with my friends. And yet I don't exaggerate when I say that I have never actually sat in those assigned seats. Even when last year we scored sixth row seats, we usually claimed third or fourth row by virtue of getting to the stadium early. So when we walked into the stadium a half an hour before game time — our normal arrival time — we expected to be able to sit reasonably near the front. The three of us claimed seats five rows in front of our actual seats and psyched ourselves up for the arrival of the team and the band.

The bleachers filled up quickly, with people who had tickets in that section and people who didn't, with drunk and sober fans, with my fellow students. A few minutes after kickoff, a group of five or six girls walked in, demanding their seats — the ones we were in.

Mind you, this was no polite confrontation, like "Are these your seats? I may be reading my ticket wrong," but rather a bark full of expletives.

Someone nearby who was confused about their own seats directed them across the aisle.

Eventually they returned, more demanding than before.

We accommodated them, making room that wasn't really there, but this wasn't satisfactory.

I don't know if these women had been drinking, but I almost hope that they had been, so as to have something to which I can attribute their actions.

"Get the f*** out of our f***ing seats," one of them demanded repeatedly.

The more she flung these strings of hate at us, the more indignant and prone to stay we became. I informed them that if we were displaced, we would be forced to ask people to leave our seats, who would have to do the same, and that I didn't want to ruin other people's gameday experiences.

"I don't care where you go, but get out of our f***ing seats."

Obviously.

When the rest of their party showed up, in the second quarter, we did move. However, I recognized one of the girls as a former RA and therefore graduate who didn't have a ticket in the student section.

The issue at hand is not these people's disregard for how the system works: even if you have tickets and are entitled to those seats, you have to show up early to claim them. Rather, my problem is with the way I was treated. There was never a please or thank you, but instead words I am not allowed to say.

I could be wrong, but I thought that we attend a Catholic University at which we should at least be aware of and have respect for Christian values and morals, even if we don't embrace them. So be nice. We're all people, we all deserve to be treated with respect.

"Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God." –1 John 4:7

• For love is God