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Who is St. Lawrence University? We are a group of people with countless adventures and even more stories. The St. Lawrence Blog gives our students, faculty and staff the chance to tell their tales, in their own words and in their own way. Sharing these anecdotes in one place gives our community the chance to show how creative, daring and passionate we are about what we do. Alone, these stories are powerful; together they define St. Lawrence.
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The fresh rays of a springtime sun were shining on the April day that I visited St. Lawrence University for an Admitted Students Open House during my senior year of high school. During this visit, I would go on to taste the full experience that a student here could expect.
Every day at five o’clock, a student bell ringer plays the bells of Gunnison Memorial Chapel. From all across campus you can hear bells chiming, playing everything from the alma mater, to a “Happy Birthday” request, to something that sounds suspiciously like the Flintstones theme song.
When St. Lawrence asks me to participate, my motto is to say yes as often as possible. I think very deeply about the commitment and the impact of what I can offer. I don’t know how to do anything half baked – it’s just not in my DNA.
Unlike many international students, I have lived in the United States prior to college. I attended elementary and middle school in California, then returned to South Korea for high school.
As the summer before my junior year drew to a close, I knew that I was ready to head off campus and study abroad. The only issue was that I didn’t know where I wanted to go. Sure, St.
When Juraj Kittler, current adviser for The Hill News, has the whole staff over for dinner, he always makes more pizzas than there are people, and we spend the night polishing off pie after pie as soon as he can slice and serve them up.
I always know when the school newspaper comes out in the morning, because I pass a girl on a bike who has bright red, curly, wild hair. Her bike has a basket in the back to carry the newspapers, and I pass her coming back from breakfast and know she has already been flying around campus.
As I reflect on my four years at St. Lawrence, I have a hard time conceptualizing what my college experience would be like if chance hadn’t brought me here.
My friend Peter and I jumped on our bikes on Saturday, April 29, and began our 10-mile ride to Potsdam, N.Y. for the People’s Climate March.
The summer before showing up at SLU it seems that the forms are endless! Housing surveys, medical forms, blah blah blah... the list goes on.
2,189. A rather daunting number when it represents the number of miles between Maine to Georgia.
Four years ago, I reflected about my experiences during my first year on campus. I was reminiscing on the experiences I had with my First-Year Program and the benefits of going to a small liberal arts school in Canton, N.Y. These feelings still hold true.
Here at St. Lawrence, we encourage you to be yourself. We do not promise that St. Lawrence will make you the person you want to be, nor do we promise that you will “find yourself” here.