By Rory Johnson
In the time leading up to August 23rd, the overwhelming abundance of fear for the unknown wrapped around my being like a cloak. The cliché thoughts of making new friends, having a roommate, and eating dining hall food everyday raced through my mind never ceasing. I stepped onto campus with my parents, nerves strong enough to make my stomach churn, and a slight sadness for what I was temporarily leaving behind. As I walked through the festivities of the day seeing unfamiliar face after face, I couldn’t help but wonder what I was going to do with a complete fresh start. The opportunity of recreating oneself when beginning a new life in a new place confused me, as I did not want to change who I am for the sake of doing so. I held fast to who I am, and I found myself slowly sinking into the ocean that is St. John’s.
We are quite literally a school of fish in an intellectually unbounded and unknown world. As time ticked by, I made dear friends and caught the flow of different tides within the larger current of the school. The first few tutorials stretched my thoughts to unfamiliar and confusing horizons as I was not used to presenting the question of why, how and what does it mean, in every aspect of my studies. As I began to grow more comfortable with my peers and the program I found myself able to question the topics at hand with more excitement and confidence. I knew that St. John’s College was special, more so than any other college out there. I did not and still do not understand what it means to be a part of something so rare and wonderful, but I glanced into the possibility when I participated in the opening convocation and what seemed to be angels singing through the hall. I now immerse myself in the possibilities of the school, both rare and wonderful, every single day and I am grateful for this immeasurable experience with every second that I am able to be here and experience the gift of a St. John’s education.