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…
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.
As my season winds to a close, and things return to normalcy for at least a few weeks, one thing always sticks out at the end of every season. It is something that people that aren’t athletes just don’t understand. It is uttered from the mouths of every athlete on this campus at least a couple of times a week, I guarantee it. It is such a simple phrase, yet means so much in the grand scheme of things.