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Remember the saying, "Don’t judge a book by its cover"? This is exactly what I ask of people when they come to visit me in Canton, New York.
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I took a deep breath and looked left, then right. This was a sight I hadn’t seen since December 2016. On one side, campus. The back of the library, the chapel steeple, the gray cobblestone entrance to Sykes, and the flagpole just outside it.
Graduation is officially a couple weeks away. I’m closer and closer to leaving the university that provided me with security and warmth. The university that has raised me for the past four years and helped me mature into the man I am today. I’m not terrified. I’m not nervous.
Before coming to St. Lawrence I had little idea of what SLU was like. I visited once during my sophomore year of high school and did not return until the first day of Orientation.
I grew up watching and reading the superheroes of Marvel Entertainment. From Captain America, Doctor Strange to Iron Man, all of them were more than works of fiction to me. They were the friends I grew up with and what I wanted to be.
I am an international student at St. Lawrence University even though I live closer than almost all the Americans who attend this school.
With our long walks across the graduation stage fast approaching, there’s a growing sense of urgency among my class of 2016. We’re all wondering: where will we leave our mark on St. Lawrence? How will we be remembered? What is our legacy?
Sherlock Holmes stories, dinner conversation about adopting a dog, and singing “The Lion Sleeps Tonight.” When I think back about my First-Year Program (FYP) last semester, these are images that immediately come to mind. Now that I have almost completed my second semester at St.
I can still remember sitting in my Spanish class the spring of my sophomore year, unable to focus because I was so excited to submit my application to spend a semester abroad in Spain.
“And then he said, 'Get on a rocket ship. When companies are growing quickly and they are having a lot of impact, careers take care of themselves…If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat.
I didn’t go to college looking for a second set of parents, but maybe an academic advisor that serves as a life mentor and role model. Even if that wasn’t what I was looking for, that is what I found. A warm round of applause for Daniel McLane, ladies and gentlemen!
Stark white and cardboard, it is fairly unassuming at first glance. However, my concert box contains evidence of my entire musical history, one that began with my dad teaching me to sing with Bob Dylan’s nasally twang at age four.