Senior Class Reflections
Casey Sautter & James Antony
Issue date: 5/29/09 Section: Features
The very first day that I stepped foot on Lawrence's campus was during one of the Fall Visit Days in my senior year of high school. Within the first few minutes, I met an incredibly beautiful, pole vaulting, fellow prospective student, and proceeded to spend the remainder of my time on campus that day with him. A few months later when I decided to attend Lawrence, I absolutely begged my mother to drive with me back to Appleton to see where I would be attending college, since all I could remember of my visit was that beautiful pole vaulter.
Embarrassing stories aside, the route each of us has taken to get to Appleton may be different, but the common characteristics between Lawrence students is what I personally have come to appreciate the most.
We are a passionately curious bunch with a propensity for finding ourselves in incommodious situations. Appropriate examples include: slipping and falling on someone else's spilled food - aka a "Downer double-header" - a certain professor seeing your backside because you realized your swimsuit was see-through a bit too late, dealing with shower peepers and other creepers and any interaction with Lawrence security. Nothing seems to be able to hold us back.
Although Lawrence is often mistaken for other similarly named universities, the environment and experiences we share at this institution are unrivaled. Where else can you face a beautiful, albeit toxic, river and turn around to find downtown Appleton, our own grown-up playground, within walking distance?
Not to mention the university itself, a place to learn and call home. From musical and theatrical performances to sporting events to intellectual discussions to volunteer opportunities, I will miss the breadth of interests, the absolutely impressive talent and the life of quiet academic desperation - if you catch the reference, it is time to graduate.
Somewhere in between our first days of trying to find our dorm and our final day when we walk across the stage, each Lawrentian - which does not include the beautiful pole vaulter, because he did not end up attending Lawrence - will have completed an incredible journey and shared moments along the way.
Embarrassing stories aside, the route each of us has taken to get to Appleton may be different, but the common characteristics between Lawrence students is what I personally have come to appreciate the most.
We are a passionately curious bunch with a propensity for finding ourselves in incommodious situations. Appropriate examples include: slipping and falling on someone else's spilled food - aka a "Downer double-header" - a certain professor seeing your backside because you realized your swimsuit was see-through a bit too late, dealing with shower peepers and other creepers and any interaction with Lawrence security. Nothing seems to be able to hold us back.
Although Lawrence is often mistaken for other similarly named universities, the environment and experiences we share at this institution are unrivaled. Where else can you face a beautiful, albeit toxic, river and turn around to find downtown Appleton, our own grown-up playground, within walking distance?
Not to mention the university itself, a place to learn and call home. From musical and theatrical performances to sporting events to intellectual discussions to volunteer opportunities, I will miss the breadth of interests, the absolutely impressive talent and the life of quiet academic desperation - if you catch the reference, it is time to graduate.
Somewhere in between our first days of trying to find our dorm and our final day when we walk across the stage, each Lawrentian - which does not include the beautiful pole vaulter, because he did not end up attending Lawrence - will have completed an incredible journey and shared moments along the way.
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