I get asked all the time: “Why SLU?” “What made you decide to come here?” Quite frankly, I knew absolutely nothing about SLU when I decided that I wanted to come here. I didn’t know anything about academics, social life, athletics, or residential life.
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Surviving an Outdoor Major as an Indoor Kid
A ladybug scared me on the van ride back to St. Lawrence. To give myself some credit, there were multiple ladybugs and they were all very active. Every time I flinched, I apologized profusely to the rest of the geology lab students in the van.
The Zen Garden: The Fruit of a Class Vision
It’s not hard to find a peaceful spot on the St. Lawrence campus. I’ve spent countless afternoons beneath autumn-tinged trees, or reclined in an Adirondack chair on the quad, spending quiet moments to let the North County beauty sink in.
Dorm Sweet Dorm
St. Lawrence has 14 dorms, 15 theme houses, and 24 senior townhouses. Each of these places to live has a different personality and characteristic that makes it unique. During our time at SLU, we get to experience living in about four of these places that help shape our college experience.
Surviving SLU Culture: An Island Girl's Perspective
As I stepped out of the security van in front of my dorm, taking in what will be my new residence for four years, I could feel the warmth of the sun on my skin with a cool breeze that made me feel a little chilly, nothing a light jacket couldn’t tackle.
Home Is As Far Away As You Make It
The tailgate to my car barely closes and I can’t see out the back. I hug my parents and say, “I’ll see you during the next break!” I give my dog a belly rub and tell him he’s a good boy, hop in my car, and wave goodbye as I pull out of the driveway.
Three Sisters, Nine Years, One SLU: Having All My Siblings at St. Lawrence
When you go off to college, you form incredibly tight bonds with your friends. Over time they become your second family that you create unforgettable memories with at hockey games, weekly dinners and first-year classes. Together, you become each other’s support group and survival guides.
How St. Lawrence Was Able To Further My Career Exploration
Ever since early high school, I was enamored with the idea of starting down a career path of my own. This interest sparked through an internship at the Urban Outfitters Headquarters in Men’s Buying.
No Language Requirement, No Problem: Finding My Passion for Spanish
Foreign Language; to some, the mere mention of the phrase can send shudders down spines. For native English speakers like myself born in a unilingual household, attempting any foreign language usually begins in a classroom, and is usually completed due to a language requirement.
There comes a time in every student's life, whether it be high school or college, where we ask ourselves, “How is this going to help me in the real world?” I remember taking calculus in high school and wondering how derivatives were going to land me a job.
Ping Pong: A Pathfinding Experience
My St. Lawrence journey has been molded by ping pong. Of course I didn’t expect this as a first-year student, but ping pong has become my greatest tool for finding my path as a Saint.
What It's Like to Have a Bike
Bringing a bike to St. Lawrence makes sense for two reasons: the campus and the student body.
Finding Your Way Through Sophomore Fall: Majors, Living Arrangements and More
In the 5th grade, I announced to my mom that I wouldn’t be going to college. “Does everyone HAVE to go?’ I queried. My older sister’s knowing smile (or maybe it was a sneer) crept across her face as she parroted, “Yes. YOU HAVE to go!” My stomach sank.