My freshman year was one of the most exciting, thrilling, devastating, crazy, and inspiring years of my life to date. I met some of my best friends in the world who I still cherish now. I started to really delve into my major and the projects I wanted to start. I learned a lot about who I was, but I also made a ton of mistakes. Here are the things I learned:
I started playing tennis my freshman year of high school because my mom told me I needed to be “more involved in my school.” Like everything else in my life, she was absolutely right. I fell in love with the sport. Once I graduated from Elk County Catholic, I knew being a tennis player was something I wanted to continue.
I walked into my first Poetry workshop as a Freshman in Intro to Creative Writing with 13 copies of my poem and sweaty palms, choking on my own breath as I tried to prepare for the criticism coming. In high school, especially coming from a small Catholic high school in rural Saint Marys, PA, poetry was marginalized. My “creative writing” classes were basically myself and five other semi-interested students. Maybe two of us would go on to major in the art, and one of us to make a living doing it. Needless to say, I was very unprepared.
Topics: Liberal Arts Education
Recently, last month, a group of campus leaders, including myself, along with Jae Ellison and Dean Miller, traveled to Gettysburg for a two day leadership workshop. The Gettysburg Leadership Experience is this incredible way to engage student leaders and help them grow in their roles by approaching education from the angle of the epic battle of Gettysburg. We spent the better part of the first day taking a tour of the battlefield with our darling tour guide Sue who not only explained the historical context of the battle, but then referenced that back to our collegiate domain. Throughout the tour and activities to follow, some key phrases stuck out in our group's debrief such as "challenge the process," and my personal favorite "be an authentic leader."
Topics: Student Life
If you would have asked me three weeks ago how I was handling the idea of becoming a college senior, I would have told you not well. In fact, so not well that I cried in my car listening to Jason Aldean's "I'll See You When I See You" about six times before I stopped torturing myself. I would have told you I wasn't ready. Then today, I sat on the front steps of lycoming for what I thought would be twenty minutes but turned into an hour, staring straight down the meridian "graduation steps" with my eyes fixated on the mirage of the podium where they call out names one after the other with sporadic applause accompanying.
Topics: Student Life