Two dense, wonderful, busy, outrageous years.

Hello Friends!

I just got out of my last class as a sophomore, which also means my last Holy Cross class until senior year. Woah.

When I talked to my dad on the phone yesterday, he said, “Can you believe you’re almost done with your second year?”

I confidently said, “Yes.” While it does seem like the time goes by fast, I can’t help but feel that these have been two dense, wonderful, busy, outrageous years. I look around this campus, and I see so much more than the extravagant buildings crawling with intimidating intellectuals I once imagined Holy Cross to be.

I look at Hogan, I see countless hours spent with wonderful staff in the Office of Student Involvement planning events and working on initiatives. I walk by Rehm Library, and think of the countless esteemed speakers I’ve been privileged to hear from, and the great discussions I had after them. I walk through the third floor of Fenwick and feel at home in the copy room, where I shared laughs with professors and staff during work study. I find myself in Kimball, and carefully put my clean plates on the conveyor remembering my time in the back as a student worker, where I made many of the friends I have today. I stroll through Stein, where most of my classes have been at Holy Cross, and am overwhelmed by memories of truly exciting lectures, engaging debates, nerves before tests and presentations, and above all, meaningful conversations.  I climb up Mulledy steps, and two years of communal living give the walls this radiating, indescribable charm. It feels like home.

Amazing relationship-building and unique experiences are commonplace here. I take them for granted all the time. It is so hard for me to remember the days of being intimidated by these buildings, professors, and peers, they feel so distant.  I love being an orientation leader because I am convinced that if this off-the-wall girl from dirt roads and classic rock with odd political/religious background can make Holy Cross a home, anyone can.

So yes, I can believe I’ve spent two years at Holy Cross trying to, as Thoreau so aptly put it, “suck out all the marrow of life.” And what a wildly rewarding two years these have been.

DFTBA

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