My Marist Love Affair, Explained
As the first child in the family to head off to college, I’ve found that a lot of the information parents relay is based upon what they have learned from friends who have already sent kids off to college. “They say that when it’s the right school, you just know,” my mother told me.
She was right—and she usually is, for the record—I had only visited one other college prior to stepping foot in the car to make the trek across the Connecticut border into the Empire State to visit Marist College. I had been dead set on the school I visited before looking at Marist even crossed my mind. It was in Rhode Island, in a scenic neighborhood. The actress Emma Stone was even on location the day I toured. But I found myself unimpressed and concerned I would never find the right place for me. “They say that when it’s the right school, you just know,” my mother told me again.
The fall of my sophomore year in high school, my history teacher, a Marist alum herself, wore her old college sweatshirt to school and mentioned casually that I should visit. Strangely enough, my father also mentioned Marist only days later in a conversation when we were talking about where I could tour. With two mentions of Marist in such a short span of time, I figured I would give it a shot.
A lot of times in life, I don’t think we realize the impact one seemingly meaningless decision can have on many later, more crucial decisions. The morning of my first Marist tour, and I say first because I have since been on at least five or six, I woke up with an awful head-cold and consequently almost didn’t make it to my tour. I’m still incredibly happy that I decided to head to Marist that Sunday morning. It was a gorgeous fall day on the Hudson. I fell head-over-heels in love the moment I drove onto the campus. Like they say, you just know. This school felt like my home away from home since the moment I arrived here.
After that fateful tour visit, I applied into Marist Pre-College the summer before my senior year and had the time of my life, which only solidified my love for Marist. I actually cried tears of joy when I tore open my Marist acceptance letter, which made for some pretty terrible pictures of me holding up my red “Yes!” folder, but for some pretty amazing memories.
I fell in love with Marist because of the outstanding internship opportunities within the journalism field, the world-class professors, the proximity to both my hometown and New York City, the wide variety of clubs and activities I have the ability to join and a slew of other reasons that, if I rattled them all off, would cause this article to continue on and on for decades. Every day I’m here on campus, I find another reason to love this school more. Cheesy, I know. But true.
I couldn’t be happier to be a Marist Red Fox, and I can’t wait to see where my Marist adventure takes me!↑ Back to top