Dodging the Bullet: Nearing the End of the First Year
By Sam Shourds, Staff Writer My name is Sam Shourds, and I am a freshman in college… a freshman… in college. I still have to remind myself everyday that I am, in fact, a college student, even after a semester and a half. I left high school, my hometown, and my childhood behind to be here at Gettysburg College for the majority of the next four years of my life. Yikes. In the very beginning, the prospect of growing up and being on my...
Dodging the Bullet: Eisenhower Institute’s Women and Leadership Trip
By Taylor-Jo Russo, Staff Writer As a first-year student, I have been exposed to countless opportunities, but one of the best so far took place over my first collegiate Spring Break. I had the privilege of being accepted into my first program with the Eisenhower Institute (EI): Women and Leadership (WaL). While I hope to write a reflection on the program as a whole once it ends, for now I just want to speak on behalf of the Spring...
Dodging the Bullet: Becoming an RA for the Fall Semester
By Cameron D’Amica, Staff Writer I became interested in applying for a position as a Resident Assistant on campus fairly early in my very first semester at Gettysburg. My initial inclination to find an on-campus job stemmed from my need to cover normal expenses at college, but it turned into a much more important part of my experience at Gettysburg. I first considered the position of RA when I talked to a current RA who had only...
Dodging the Bullet: Advice and Reflections on First Research Paper
By Taylor-Jo Russo, Staff Writer Imagine you’re a first-year in college and you receive an assignment detailing a research paper that should be approximately 15 pages. At that precise moment, you can’t even imagine a finished paper, let alone a Cupola nomination and invitation to present your research at a Symposium filled with faculty, including the president of your college. Well, that was me five months ago, and now that I have...
Dodging the Bullet: Sharing Music Throughout the First Semester
By Danielle Sicotte, Staff Writer I was in a serious freak-out mode. It was the summer before college, and all day, I thought only of the scary uncharted waters that were ahead of me and all night I could barely sleep. I imagined college as some sort of dystopian academic boot camp in which I would be forced to write essays on something like postmodern crocheting all day and all night with absolutely no time for fun. Soon enough, the...
