The St. Lawrence Blog
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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“I can’t even watch you, you’re making me want to throw up.”
It wasn’t the professors, or even the course I was taking, that made my First-Year Program (FYP) experience so memorable. The group of unfamiliar people that I would soon come to associate with laughter, comfort and never-ending conversation enriched my first year at St.
As an English major, I’ve quickly realized that my professional path after college is not nearly as linear or pre-determined as that of a future doctor or lawyer.
St. Lawrence University gives students so many opportunities to branch out and enrich their academic experience. One of the most exciting opportunities does not happen on the St. Lawrence campus, but in other cities, states and countries!
We shared nearly 60 stories on the St. Lawrence Blog in 2015! Here's our Top 10 list, based on how many times each post was viewed.
Of all the exciting things that happened on my first day at St. Lawrence, I remember one thing in particular: the trash cans. I walked into Whitman Hall, found my door, punched in the code, and entered the room.
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Twenty-six girls gathered around televisions and smartphones – some crying, some laughing, and some holding hands out of anxiousness. No, they weren’t watching the newest episode of the Bachelor – they were watching the NCAA Selection Show.
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As my first semester of my senior year draws to a close, I reflect on how thankful I am and always will be for the tremendous professor-student bonds that I have made here at St. Lawrence University.
In the small hallway between the Brush Art Gallery and the backstage scene shop, there are over a dozen students huddled into the tiny space. Some are jumping up and down to stay warm, others are fidgeting with leotards or fixing bobby pins, still more are goofing around in hushed whispers.
Our beloved fall months are descending, now that we’ve past the climax of the autumn weeks. The splashes of green, orange and red that so characterized our outside world have succumbed to the bareness of trees and the white frost that coats each blade of grass in the morning.
The month of November is always a time of reflection for me. Midterms are finished, there is a slight lull in the semester, and I can look back on how far I have come and how quickly the time has passed.