I remember the best day in grade school was field trip day. No matter where we were going, I knew that it was going to be an amazing day. It was a chance to get out of the classroom and learn something new, something real. It was a real change of place.
In Rome, I feel like I’m reliving this piece of my childhood.
My professors are enthusiastic about incorporating the history of the Eternal City into our lessons, discussing and analyzing the history, art, and culture of Rome. On top of all of that, our professors like to include site visits as a part of their curriculum…
Roma, the Eternal City, Caput Mundi… whatever you want to call it, that’s where I am right now.
It’s still weird to say after a month and a half, but I’m actually living in Rome. I remember receiving the email from the office of international programs last January confirming that I would be studying in Rome in spring 2017. I never thought this semester would come. But it’s finally here.
Living and studying in Rome is a bit different from a normal semester in Baltimore. Besides the obvious language change, the landmarks in this city are understandably different than what I’m accustomed to at Loyola and in Baltimore…
Some of my friends go past the Colosseum every day on their way to school. Personally, I pass a Claudian-era inscription during my walk each morning. Any time I want to take a bus somewhere, I usually go to Piazza Venezia, meaning I can see Trajan’s Column from my bus stop.
I headed up to the retreat house this past weekend for the annual Chapel Choir retreat.
As always, it was a wonderful weekend of music and love and fellowship.
This year, our theme was “Into the Heart of Mercy.” And let me tell you, I definitely received a lot of mercy this weekend, something all of us so desperately need.
Technically the reason for this retreat is so that we can have more rehearsal time for Lessons & Carols (which is not to be missed, so mark your calendar for Friday, Dec. 9, at 5 p.m., and get there early to get a seat!)…
Spiritually, it’s a chance for the members of Chapel Choir to build a community and talk about our faith journeys and our struggles.
The Honors Program only encompasses a small percentage of each class, but I believe that it is home to some of the best and brightest students that Loyola has to offer.
I made the decision to apply to the Honors Program pretty early on, because I knew that I need to be challenged in order to reach my full potential. And boy am I glad that I applied.
I have made some of my closest friends through this program and I’ve developed good relationships with professors that I would have never made otherwise.
Honors students quickly learn how to survive in a high-pace classroom environment.
Within the first month of my first Honors class I had already read the Odyssey, the Iliad, Herodotus’ History, and parts of Thucydides’ account of the Peloponnesian War. That’s a lot to take in—and it was definitely overwhelming while I was doing it—looking back, I now know that I could do it again.
Hey, everyone! My name is Kelly, and I’m a junior classics/history double major from Cleveland, Ohio.
(Everyone: “Hi, Kelly!”)
I’ve gotten that sentence down-pat because I’m an Evergreen (Orientation Leader) here at Loyola, which means I’m very used to giving people a quick summary of my life.
(If you were wondering, my fun facts are that I can whistle through my tongue and that I know more about figs than most people care to. Side note: This is what happens when you’re a Classics Major. You pick up a bunch of “useless” information.)
What do Evergreens do, exactly? Well, in addition to helping plan and run Summer Orientation and Fall Welcome Weekend for new students and their parents, I help my group of first-year students at our weekly Enrichment Sessions, where we talk about ideas such as diversity and justice while also addressing common issues for new college students, like time management and homesickness.
I love being an Evergreen because I love being able to help new students find their way here and helping them to see why I love Loyola so much.
The beauty of Loyola is that it’s a small, liberal arts school in the Jesuit Tradition, where the people who work here are in your corner, and will push you as much as they support you. I can’t imagine myself anywhere else.
The semester is finally winding down, and my second year at Loyola is coming to an end. I’ve definitely learned a bunch in my classes, but it wouldn’t be a school year at Loyola if I hadn’t learned some life lessons along the way…
While I learned Greek and read Paradise Lost, I learned how to be silent. While I wrote countless research papers and tried to learn physics, I learned patience. I met countless wonderful people and reunited with old friends.
So, what have I learned this year that won’t receive a grade?
These may be some of the emotions you’ve experienced this school year, first as college acceptance letters start to roll in… then as you started visiting campuses… and especially now, as you prepare to make “the big decision” and enroll.
We got off the bus, not really knowing what to expect, and as we walked towards the Inner Harbor, we were overwhelmed by the crowd, the music, and the lights.
My friends and I trekked down to the Harbor for Light City on Thursday night, so we weren’t expecting too many people. It was a school night and a work night, after all. We thought we might bump into some other Loyola students, since it was “Loyola Night.”
To our surprise, there were thousands of people walking around the Inner Harbor enjoying the festival. I’ve never been so happy to see so many people in one place, all celebrating Baltimore…
Each year, Loyola’s Classics students celebrate the Ides of March (March 15) by stabbing Julius Caesar on the Quad.
“Hit the brakes… THEY’RE STABBING PEOPLE ON THE QUAD?!”
Well, not quite. We reenact scenes from Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar in an attempt to remember this major turning point in Roman sociopolitical history, while also reaching out to the larger Loyola community.
Let me make very clear that no one gets stabbed during this reenactment (although there was a bruised knee this year).