Lights on Laurentians

These stories are compiled from interviews with different St. Lawrence students on campus. Names have been changed for the privacy of the individuals. This piece discusses mental health and may be distressing to some readers.     “Yeah,…

By: Guest Writer Celia Fleckner  Alex Clark hops in line for the register at the Pub. She sets her quesadilla down on the counter and pulls out her student ID. She hesitates as she hands the battered card to the bored cashier. Alex waits…

“Hi love, how are you?” says Steve, whose voice sounds remarkably like Jeff Bridges’s. “Good!” replies Dulli, coming in to the main house from a soggy day’s work in the field. The kitchen is bustling with cheerful greetings and small…

“What are you ordering?” Victor Clarke asks, as we both lean over the table in the pub. He taps his pencil vigorously against the pad of paper, never able to decide on what to get in any sort of timely fashion. “The usual – a hummus…

Lydia sits on the bench outside of the office. The muffled sounds of the principal’s and secretary’s voices echo from behind the closed glass door. She taps her pink and white sneakers together to the rhythm of the clock that hangs on the…

“Go on over and sign the waiver hun, and we’ll be all set to start,” says Lori, the tattoo artist. Her voice is soft and calm, what she has just said was protocol and it was obvious that she had recited it many times…

“It is exhausting getting drunk every weekend and going to the suite and trying to hook up with Matt,” Katie Bell ’17 declares, a bit exasperated, at the dining table of her townhouse. “I don’t want to do it anymore.” Soft tea lights…

It’s a Saturday night. Three friends prepare to go out as the last of the day’s sunlight creeps below the trees on the edge of campus. The bass of an upbeat pop song pounds in their ears from the Bluetooth speaker that is perched on the…