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As the end of my first semester of senior year quickly approaches, I have begun to reflect more on my time here at SLU and all the special people and experiences that have enriched my life.
When I give tours of St. Lawrence, the most common question I get is, “Okay, so why did you choose to come here?”
I will never forget the first time I visited St. Lawrence. It was early fall, when the tall oak and pine trees rustle with the light breeze and the purple flowers billow beneath the chapel. Everyone fit in so well that the students became part of the landscape.
The summer months for any St. Lawrence student can easily be categorized by what month it is. For upperclassmen, May is the period of exhaustion and recuperation after taking finals, moving out, and saying goodbye to friends who are graduating.
Two weeks before I arrived as a first-year at St. Lawrence, I received an unexpected phone call asking if I would like to participate in a Pre-orientation Trip.
I often refer to St. Lawrence as a little world. Like many others, I am always pleased to find a fellow Laurentian in a seemingly obscure area.
Growing up, we would be itching for the last school bell to ring, signaling that summer had finally begun! As we rushed to pack our bags and head to the buses, I always remember asking my friends what they were going to spend those couple of months doing.
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 the 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.