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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.
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.
As an incoming freshman, I had many anxieties. Would I make friends? Would I do well in my classes? Would I like my roommate? Would I have anything to eat?
Just three years ago, my mom convinced me to go Greek. As my time at St. Lawrence is coming to a close, there’s only one thing left to say—Thanks, Mom!
In the past four semesters of giving tours to prospective St. Lawrence students, I have learned many things.
Some may call me a theatre nerd...and I think I’d have to agree.
Shovel, beacon, probe. Helmet, mountain bike, kayak. Climbing harness, tent, hammer. Surfboard, swimsuit, St. Lawrence van.
It's 7:58 a.m. during my first fall at St. Lawrence. I run across the Quad, coffee and phone in hand, and near the entrance to Carnegie in a panic.
Sitting in the car with my mother and grandmother, I am in disbelief at how long this drive is taking. I have been sitting in the back of my mother’s car for over five hours and I still have at least two more hours to go.
The first time (and only time) I visited St. Lawrence, I fell in love. Not only with the atmosphere of campus and the community but also the opportunities that St. Lawrence has to offer. One of the things I was most excited about on my visit day at St.
As I sit in the Student Center, munching on a Pub Cookie, I look around at all of my amazing friends and peers here at St. Lawrence. I still can’t believe that almost a year ago today I received my acceptance letter to this special place!