Beware of friends bearing gifts.

Danielle Schenone, a senior biology major, talks to a freshman class about sexually transmitted infections . photo by taken Kristin Sotak

ST. BONAVENTURE, N.Y.–St. Bonaventure University freshmen fill the room for their University 101 class, a first semester course to transition students from high school to college life. On the white projector screen blanketing the blackboard, a YouTube video plays.

She sits with her ponytail high atop her head. Her anonymous silhouette tells her story to the class.

During her year-long relationship with her boyfriend in high school, the topic of having sex came up in conversation. While she would not be his first, he would be hers.

Avoiding the awkwardness of asking her boyfriend if he had gotten tested for sexually transmitted infections, she made the worst decision of her life. She trusted him.

And they had sex without a condom. She thought she had nothing to worry about. (more…)

Got organs?

Nancy Matthews and her daughter, Hannah . photo taken from blogspot:

ST. BONAVENTURE (Sept. 17)–From around the corner, I can hear the smile on her face—happy to breathe, happy to walk, happy to be alive.

Once an active member of the Journey Project at St. Bonaventure University, Nancy Matthews walks into the Thomas Merton Center, a home of the past.

Familiar Thomas Merton Center faces, excited to see her for the first time in years perhaps, compliment Matthews on how healthy she looks.

Formally meeting her for the first time, I courteously reach out my hand to greet her.

“I am sorry, but I can’t shake hands with you,” says Matthews, a mother with cystic fibrosis. (more…)

Don’t hide it! Everyone’s obsessed with something.

ST. BONAVENTURE, N.Y.—Buzz. Buzz. The front screen of a ­­­red LG cell phone lights up, waking up its owner, Divya Kurian. She reaches for the noisy gadget. Her roommate across the room in her fourth-floor Devereux Hall dorm at St. Bonaventure University stays asleep.

She presses “View Now.” A text from a friend.

Kurian dreads waking up at 3 a.m. and adjusting to the bright background light of the phone. Halfhearted but determined, she says she reads the text message, throws her phone back on her dresser and goes back to sleep.

The sophomore biology major says she cannot leave an unopened text message on her phone. She needs to know who sent her a message and about what. (more…)

Bonaventure students know how to handle their sadness. Some tips to follow

ST. BONAVENTURE, N.Y.—Phone in her hand and dorm key on a wristband, Sinead Coleman runs toward the Allegheny

Sinead Coleman . photo taken by me . what Coleman uses to keep her grip:

River Valley Trail on the west side of St. Bonaventure University by the tennis courts.

Bundled in a hoodie, yoga pants, ear warmers and gloves, her snow-treaded running sneakers grip the path.

No friend by her side, no headphones blasting music, Coleman, 19, says she listens to her breathing.

She uses a yoga technique—big breath in, very slow breath out—says the sophomore biology major.

One of Coleman’s best friends told her that she would move away from home soon.

With tears held up inside, Coleman runs.


Housekeepers have yet to replace a soap dispenser on campus

ST. BONAVENTURE, N.Y.—Vineeth Sankoorikal walks around the white-walled corner to the bathroom closest to his dorm room in Devereux Hall at St. Bonaventure University. After doing his business, Sankoorikal, 20, says he turns the gold-colored knob of the green bathroom door and leaves without washing his hands.

Gross, some might think. (more…)

Students experience a preview of spring at Bonaventure

ST. BONAVENTURE, N.Y.—Seven o’clock in the morning my clock reads, as the sun blares through my closed blinds in Devereux Hall at St. Bonaventure University. I roll over and lay my stuffed cow Maxwell across my eyes to shield me.

Maxwell, my stuffed cow . photo taken by me

Merciless toward college students desperate for sleep, this new alarm clock creeps under the cow and stings my eyes.

My roommate rolls over in her extra long twin bed as she too attempts to escape the light but, however, fails.

Those annoying flies that get caught in lights and buzz until they eventually die have nomadically changed locations to the window screens for fresh air and natural light.

This is quite an unusual experience in rural Allegany, N.Y., and it feels great.


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St. Bonaventure University’s library versus its study lounges

Friedsam Memorial Library . photo taken by me

ST. BONAVENTURE, N.Y.—Junior Ashley Ross sits, watching the time pass on her phone, laptop nowhere in sight. A backpack and books rest beside her. Tick. She waits for the strike of 4 to take her shift at the library’s front desk. In her hands, Rhetoric: An Historical Introduction lies straddled. She utilizes the library’s overhead lighting and wooden furniture but nothing else. Why isn’t she in a study lounge?


Back to My High School, My Home

MORRISTOWN, N.J.–I parked in the lot hugging the school, not the one stories below that I many a time had hiked from every morning. Without a bent back from my book bag, I opened the door to a place I know so well. And then I signed in as a visitor.

Proceeding with my mission for this morning, I walked up the two flights to the guidance counselor’s office as an outsider. The plum-colored skirt I wore did not match the plaid scurrying through the stairwell. My heels clicking on the hard steps did not sound like the flats I found around me. The giggles and chitchat I heard did not come from my mouth, but they sounded phenomenally familiar. My brown tights could never compete with their navy blue knees socks in a fashion show. This is my home. (more…)