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As a second semester senior, I have spent a considerable amount of time thinking about all the things I will take away from my St. Lawrence experience.
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.
You may be familiar with the Butterfly Theory, or maybe the 2004 psychological thriller The Butterfly Effect, which popularized it. If not, no need to fret.
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.