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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…

I remember the first time pulling into the long, gravel driveway, looking to my left to see a beaten up wooden fence encompassing three acres of land full of colorful, blooming vegetables. I stepped out of my car to meet Samuel, a…

“Okay…” Bob Washo says. Like a stamp of approval on a job well done: Bob either mumbles or shouts that friendly affirmation with tick-like consistency. That phrase, like a classroom bell, marks a change: a happy transition from one farm…

Greetings! Hujambo! Marhaban! Bonjour! No matter what language you speak, you are welcome in our house, the International/Intercultural House or I-House. Hidden away in the maze of Sykes, we are an oasis of rest and quiet, committed to…

“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…

I cannot provide you with one name for myself. Though various media outlets consider me a member of “Generation Z,” I have often and consistently been mislabeled as a millennial: prefers to be in touch with technology rather than people,…

Java. The word means something different to every St. Lawrence student: most consider it a place to go out, some call it a radical venue to listen locally, and I’ve even heard some refer to it as a palace of partying. It is an ongoing…

“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…