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.
I remember the Penfield High School junior timidly exiting the car after her 3.5-hour trip from Rochester, N.Y. unsure of the “private 4-year Liberal Arts university located in the beautiful St. Lawrence Valley region of Northern New York State” that she just stepped foot on.
There’s no denying it; sports are a hugely popular factor of life here at St. Lawrence.
The summer before my first semester at St. Lawrence, various students and alumni introduced me to many of the university's defining attributes.
I timidly walked to the center of my FYP classroom, clutching a piece of New Hampshire granite.
Pumpkin pie ice cream, homemade cider, apple pie, autumn photo shoots, and hayrides makes for one of the most memorable fall days in the North Country. Fall in the NoCo is more than just the perfect opportunity for an Insta-worthy picture of campus.
The door to Richardson was locked no matter how much I jiggled the handle and knocked. Normally, I would have had no problem with this. I would have simply moved onto the next open study space with a sigh and a grin, but tonight was different.
Thelomathesian is Greek for “to want to learn”. I think that this perfectly describes my experience on the Executive Board of the Thelomathesian Society - better known as Thelmo - our student government.
Before coming to St. Lawrence, I never gave a single thought to where my food came from. Somehow, almost as if by magic, food would appear on my plate every night when I came home from school for dinner. When I graduated high school and moved onto college, the magic continued.
I’ve been in school since I was three years old, and I feel that 18 years of education is enough for now. I don’t plan on a career that will require graduate school, which makes these past few weeks my Last First Days of School.
Sometimes the thought of being a "real" adult scares me, until I remember what the Laurentian community has in store for me.