There are many, many reasons to love being a student at Loyola.
And while I know every student has his or her own list, these are my top ten.
Some might seem silly (for instance, condiments I can only get from Loyola Dining Services) compared to others (like personal growth opportunities I’ve discovered during my time here), but that’s only until you experience them for yourself.
I can assure you they are all heartfelt and sincere. I miss them every summer, every time I’m home for break, and I will miss them more dearly after I graduate in May.
Without further ado, here are ten reasons—in no particular order—I love Loyola University Maryland…
Loyola, through its community of professors, students, and alumni, allows each individual to partake in a unique academic experience, one that converts theory into reality (and vice versa).
I’m studying economics and history… and I read a book last semester that helps me to articulate the complicated and compelling reality of my academic journey.
In his book Economics: The User’s Guide, Ha-Joon Chang, an American economist, academic scholar, and professor, provides two distinct perspectives through which the broad field of Economics is interpreted, studied, and practiced.
“C’mon, Grandma!” I exclaimed impatiently. “Let’s play doctor! Get the toys, Grandma!”
Grandma rushed quickly to gather the necessary materials for the night: stuffed animals that desperately needed proper medical treatment. They would be saved by a five-year-old whose fate may have as well been pre-determined, for I knew exactly how my life would look years from that very moment in the living room …
A physician, curing real people with real problems. And maybe a stuffed animal or two.
Something I read for a class this semester really made me stop and think, and I want to share it here, as the year comes to a close and we all shift mental gears for a New Year.
A few weeks ago, Dr. Sondra Guttman, an exceptional professor of literature at Loyola, offered a few worthy reading options which required further literary analyses. Overwhelmed by the diversity of each text, I decided to focus on one particular story, one that served as an invaluable reminder of life’s greatest (and perhaps most disregarded) gift: time.
Young Man on Sixth Avenue (by Mark Halliday) is an extraordinary account of a lost opportunity to respect and treasure limited existence—a concept we all often fail to reflect upon, however essential it is for our very lives…
As the Jesuit, Catholic institution that it is, Loyola celebrates the holiday season in a special way.
When students return from Thanksgiving break, campus has already been decorated for Christmas at Loyola. This not only puts you in the spirit, but also make campus feel merry and bright during finals and leading up to the end of the semester, when we head home to be with family for the holiday and winter break.
There are also several traditions Greyhounds look forward to every December involving generosity and giving, carols and Christmas readings, ugly sweater parties, festivals, and lights around Baltimore for the student body to enjoy during the most wonderful time of the year.
So whether its your first or your last holiday season here at Loyola, be on the lookout for a few of these seasonal favorites…
For those of you going to info session after in session on different study abroad options, you’ve heard this more than once: Study abroad is stepping out of your comfort zone.
If you’re like me, you may have rolled your eyes after the third time. Not because what they are saying is not true—quite the contrary—but because at the time I was a self-proclaimed traveler and felt I already knew it all.
I’ve been blessed to have traveled a decent amount in my life. I have family all over the world, and since I was a kid my parents have always encouraged the importance of traveling. I spent my first birthday in Guam, last summer studying in Portugal, and almost every year traveling somewhere, even if just to Connecticut.
With all these experiences under my belt, study abroad was exciting. I wasn’t nervous, just eager to jump right in.
That said, as I near the end of my first semester in Leuven, I understand what the comfort zone thing is, because I’ve learned the difference between being abroad and living abroad.
More than any other holiday, it’s the one where I feel most like a kid again (I’m already in denial about my age, but that’s another story). Waking up and spending the whole day in the kitchen with my family is what I look forward to. Even though we bicker about whose turn it is to use the oven and someone always burns themselves, it’s time that I wouldn’t want to spend anywhere else.
This year is the first I won’t been home for Thanksgiving, and it feels weird. Usually by this time, I’m on a train headed to New York, wondering if I’m making apple or blueberry pie this year. I’m excited to see my dad at the train station. I’m excited to walk up my stairs and smell whatever is sitting on the kitchen counter for dinner. I’m excited to cuddle up next to my mom on the couch. I’m excited to be home.
But this year, I’m in Belgium. Since Thanksgiving is strictly an American holiday, Christmas decorations are already going up around Leuven.
Being this far from home hasn’t stopped me from being able to celebrate Thanksgiving…