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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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.
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.
The small cottage seems even smaller in the immense Himalayan valley. As I bend my head and enter the doorway, the darkness of the only room in the building and the intense sound of what appears to me as uncontrollable drumming overwhelm me.
Science majors at St. Lawrence often must bend over backwards if they want to study abroad.
Laurentians love stories and in 2016, we shared more than 60 of them here on the St. Lawrence Blog, a space that gives students (and sometimes faculty, staff members and alumni) a chance to share their St. Lawrence tales, perspectives and insights in their own words and in their own way.
I started the difficult college search process my junior year of high school. I toured most of the colleges on my list during the summer, when students on campus were few and far between. I was the most excited of all to visit SLU. I had already Googled St.
Ever since I was young, I felt that I should have been a lot older. Not saying that when I was 10 I should’ve been in college but rather, I should already be well past 100.
When people talk about academic requirements, it’s usually with some kind of negative mindset. At first glance, requirements seem like a student’s worst nightmare: just boxes you have to check off in order to get on with what you really want to do.
I was only 15 years old when I left my home in Bosnia for the first time, yet the memory of gearing up to study at United World College in the Netherlands is still crystal clear. What was supposed to be a two-year long study abroad adventure, turned into a six-year journey of a lifetime.
It is 5 a.m. Your alarm goes off. You quickly roll over to turn it off before your roommate wakes up. Turning on the flashlight on your phone, you quietly get ready in the near darkness of your dorm room. It is 5:30 a.m.
When I give tours of St. Lawrence, the most common question I get is, “Okay, so why did you choose to come here?”
I storm into the Student Center out of breath on a particularly crisp December morning. The cold rushes in behind me as I stomp my feet down to try and shed the inch of snow stuck to my boots. At least I’m inside, I thought as I headed up to the third floor.