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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.
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.
I can still remember sitting in my Spanish class the spring of my sophomore year, unable to focus because I was so excited to submit my application to spend a semester abroad in Spain.
“And then he said, 'Get on a rocket ship. When companies are growing quickly and they are having a lot of impact, careers take care of themselves…If you’re offered a seat on a rocket ship, don’t ask what seat.
I didn’t go to college looking for a second set of parents, but maybe an academic advisor that serves as a life mentor and role model. Even if that wasn’t what I was looking for, that is what I found. A warm round of applause for Daniel McLane, ladies and gentlemen!
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.