When I was first looking at colleges senior year, I was a bit nervous. I heard all kinds of rumors such as the classes are the size of a theater, the teachers don’t care if you succeed etc…But once I came to Fontbonne, I found all of that to be untrue. Fontbonne has smaller classes, with no more than 25 people per class. Teachers really do want you to do well. In fact, during my first semester, there was one student who never came to class and the instructor was concerned for the person.
One struggle in the beginning was that my parents really wanted me to go to Benedictine college. I visited there to give it a chance but it really did not suit me. It was in a rural area, in the middle of no where, and the people there were very different. It was a culture shock. My parents liked it because of its Catholic identity. However, in the end, my parents agreed that Fontbonne was a more suitable place.
So my advice to all incoming freshman… invest time into finding a place that suits you the best. Its very rewarding to succeed in an environment that helps you reach your highest potential.
The blessing of confirmation is a special time in the Catholic faith. My little brother and sister got confirmed Sunday and asked my older and Danielle and me to be their sponsors. I can’t describe the feeling it was being asked to do something like this. It was a true blessing. We had a lot of meetings and practices for this event. The best thing that came out of it was that it strengthened the loved of us siblings. What we did together as a family was something really special to me and, of course, everyone else as well. We all came together and the whole event was a success, including the after celebration my parents had at their home. After it was all done, I had a conversation with my older sister about how it was such an honor doing this for our younger siblings. If you have the chance and the honor to do something like this, my best recommendation would to do so. There is a lot of work and thought put into it, but the end result of something indescribable.
I’m taking a world religion class this semester, and we are required to go to a different type of religion outside of what we were raised in. I decided to go and see what the Scientology building on Delmar was all about. I brought my best friend with me, because naturally, I was a little scared to go to someplace I had never been before. I found it to be quite interesting and everyone was fairly nice to us while we were there. I grew up Catholic my entire life; I went to a private grade school and high school, so I’ve never really been exposed to any other type of religion before. After going, I can walk away saying I explored somewhere new, and I’m happy I went!
Yessir, it’s that time of year again (provided you’re a (practicing) Catholic (and I think other Christian denominations celebrate it, too) (I’m really hitting the parentheses here, no?)) : Lent. Last week, we had an Ash Wednesday Mass in the Chapel, and afterward, there was a soup-and-bread “meal” where faculty and staff members dragged in their crock pots and offered everyone bottomless bowls of soup for a donation to the upcoming Africa trip sponsored by the campus’ service club. I had the vegan tomato-basil soup, and it was pretty good! (Note: I’m not vegan.)
My computer science professor baked home-made bread FROM SCRATCH! and it was incredible. It was my first Ash Wednesday soup-fest (it’s my second year at Fontbonne, and I didn’t go to the event last year), and I really enjoyed the food and spending time with the other people who came. It also gave me a warm-and-fuzzy-type feeling when I realized how nice it is that I go to a school where the professors take time to make soup and bread for the community to enjoy. It was a good start to 40 days of almsgiving, prayer, penance, and self-denial. I gave up Facebook for Lent, and let me tell you: as of right now, it looks like it’s going to be a looooong 40 days. (I’ll probably get a lot done, though!)