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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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.
2,189. A rather daunting number when it represents the number of miles between Maine to Georgia.
I have less than 30 days until my graduation, but who’s counting? There are many reasonable emotions a college senior will feel at this point of the year. Sadness over knowing you’ll have to leave the place you’ve called home for much of your last four years, and the friends you’ve made there.
Attending college is like being immersed in your own little bubble, and once enrolled at St. Lawrence University, the small-town-feel of the North Country will immediately engulf you in its tight-knit community.
For so many high school students, college is the main topic of discussion at any family gathering, friendly reunion, and conversation with your guidance counselor. If you are between the ages of 16 and 18, congratulations!
As a sophomore who is studying both government and global studies, I am involved with various student-run organizations on campus in order to better myself and my University. The University that I have chosen to attend and call home is St.
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.
Lilacs, roses, and sunflowers shimmered around us as we knelt on our dirt-covered knees and cut asparagus. To my six-year-old self, my grandmother’s garden appeared endless as flowers extended down the driveway and wrapped around the walls of their Swiss chalet nestled in the woods.
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.
If you were to ask me in my senior year of high school if I thought I would be a sorority girl, my answer would have been a definite no. But it turns out joining Greek life at St. Lawrence was one of the best decisions I could have made.
Pizza, Pasta, and endless Gelato! I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my fall semester junior year than studying abroad in Rome. Ever since freshman year, I knew that I wanted to study abroad. The first decision that I had to make was picking a city to pursue my-off campus studies.
There are many things to be considered when it comes down to choosing which university you want to call home for the next four years. Between the “freshman 15” myth and contemplating how you are going to live without your favorite meals from home, food can be a deciding factor.