By Scott Kendall
After a stressful first week, I think it’s safe to say that I kind of know what’s going on around here. At least, that’s my answer I gave to my grandma when she called to see how I was getting on. I guess, when I really think about it, my answer is accurate to a certain extent. I must admit that for the first few days of classes, I assumed that the only entrance into the library was from Old Main. With that being closed off, in all my brilliance, I assumed that the entire library was closed down. I also still don’t quite understand how the meal plans work here, even after asking my R.A. about it—and receiving a detailed explanation—twice. Other than that, everything seems to be going well. I haven’t gone to the wrong classroom (lately) and have figured out that there are in fact two entrances to the library. Now, as a freshman, I have some thoughts on the beginning of my college years.
The general atmosphere of the school is buzzing. I feel completely welcome and comfortable here, and being able to say this is a relief. If I can feel relaxed after just a week of getting my bearings here, then the future looks good. The welcoming community that drew me in at the college’s Open House during my junior year of high school has not changed. Older students and faculty alike have been very helpful in helping me adjust to a new method of living, both socially, mentally, and educationally.
So far, my classes have been going pretty well. I feel that I am in the right place—educationally prepared—in them, which is relieving to someone like me, who took months just to decide a major. One of the most noticeable things to me is that my professors are very similar to teachers I had in high school. Most of them already know our names in class, and I think this is something that I may not experience at a different and/or larger college.
I’ll mark the food as “TBD” for now, because naturally dining hall food will never quite stack up to my mom’s homemade lasagna. I will say, however, that the dining hall staff are some of the nicest people I’ve ever met, and they all deserve a raise.
Last April, when it was time to decide which college I would attend, it was between here and SUNY Geneseo. My older brother is currently a junior there, so I had a pretty good idea of what the school was like. I had been there enough times to know that not everyone will hold a door for you, or say hello as you walk past them in the stairway, and that the clubs and activities do not have as strong of a presence as they do here at Canisius. Perhaps just as importantly, Geneseo dorms are not as nice, and their bathrooms are cleaned once a week as opposed to five times a week. As I sit in my very warm dorm room typing this, and listen to people talking and laughing outside my window, I know with absolute certainty that I chose the correct college. I also know that soon, I’ll have a pretty good idea of exactly what’s going on around here.