My First Semester at Bishop’s

We may still be in the middle of summer, but we are counting the days until Move-In Day! We are excited to welcome a new group of Gaiters to our Purple Family. To get you pumped for the beginning of a new school year, or to help you make the decision to come to Bishop’s, we are sharing Rebecca Armstrong’s story. A Sports Studies major, Rebecca tells us about her experiences of her first semester at Bishop’s.

Rebecca Armstrong, Sports Studies Major

11:30pm, September 1st, 2017

Restlessly fiddling my fingers, debating whether or not to watch Hairspray for the 2nd time in a row, I’m distracted by the “ping” at the corner of my B&B room. I scuttle over to find a Facebook notification from the Incoming Class of 2017. “Great,” I think (because I overthink everything), “Someone’s probably reminding me of something important.” Wrong.

Director of Enrolment Management, Dan Seneker, had creatively crafted an adaptation of the poem, “Twas the Night Before Christmas,” to “Twas the Night before Bishop’s Move-In Day”… “The boxes and suitcases were piled up by the front stair in hopes that Dad would move them all with great care,” and so on. I shed a tear or two out of sleep deprivation (yeah, that’s it), and when my eyes reached the bottom of the page, it read, “Happy Move-in Day to all, and to all a good night!” With that came a flood of emotions: Eagerness, anxiety, curiosity and just about everything else. This was only the beginning of my adventure, and I was excited!

Then came move-in day… It felt like the first day of high school all over again. “Hi, hello, my name is Glenda … I mean Rebecca!” (she said awkwardly). Despite the amount of times I said the wrong name, every Residence Assistant, first-year, and upper-year I ran into had a welcoming smile. It didn’t matter what your “first day of school” outfit looked like. As long as you wore enthusiasm and a smile on your sleeve, you were good to go. Sooner or later, I became friends not only with my fellow first years, but with 2nd, 3rd and 4th years as well. I’m even friends with a few of my Profs, the lady at the front desk of Student Help Services, and the Career Counsellor.

Everywhere I went, I was bumping into familiar faces. A couple of quick weeks later, Homecoming (HoCo) came roaring in with full force. The atmosphere was magnetic and energetic. Music
and cheers echo, and tailgates flood the parking lot. Purple is an absolute must: purple socks, shoe laces, shirts, pants, and body paint. Heck, you might as well just tattoo purple across your chest, because you’ll be bleeding purple by the end of HoCo. Beyond bleeding purple, Orientation Week and HoCo, the school has far more to offer. On club day, there are a little over 60 clubs to join. I couldn’t decide, so I joined nine. Hearing nothing but “Interested in starting your own club? Contact our Clubs’ Manager! – Want to take two different majors? Go for it! – Love tight knit communities? That’s Bishop’s! – Thinking about studying abroad? You can choose from over 500 university partners from around the world,” as a first year, these clubs and opportunities excited me beyond words. How could I say no?

There is just something about this school that I can’t quite put my finger on, but I guarantee, you won’t get this kind of atmosphere, this kind of education anywhere else. This is a place where you can make your own path, not just choose one.

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