No single favorite memory; a whole lot

Published 12 months ago - 2

Q: What is your favorite Assumption Memory?

A: I can’t say that I have one.

Being in my final year here, I’ve come to think about what I will take away from this campus. What story, which moment will I set aside as my go-to “favorite memory;” the one that stands out amongst the rest. The problem is, I’ve never been one for favorites. Mostly, because I enjoy too many “things” to ever be able to confidently mark one as the “best.”

My favorite days at Assumption are the ones when you’re let out of class early. You know, those days when you’re feeling good and the air and the trees just seem extra beautiful, so you decide to walk around campus, no destination in mind, just to meander Assumption’s winding paths, taking the longer way back just because.

My earliest memories of Assumption are amassed within the first two years of college experience when becoming involved, at least for me, was completely energising. I remember attending my first Campus Activities Board (CAB) meeting as a first year student, feeling exhilarated to be among a group of people with so much enthusiasm for what they do. I was surprised when the then-CAB chairperson remembered my name and face after just the first meeting. From then on, I knew I would come back to this space where I could feel welcomed to embrace my weird creative self.

I will remember riding that mechanical bull and watching others line dance decked in cowboy hats and smiles at “Rodeo Night,” the first event I was in charge of planning as a CAB executive.

I’ll remember the candlelight prayer Mass on that tuesday night that began as a day chalked with stress. I’ll remember just being, listening to an anonymous student speaker say exactly what I was feeling, exactly what I needed to hear that day. And maybe, I recognized the voice in disguise, and perhaps, I will never be sure. But there I sat and listened and soaked in their story and the music and the blanket darkness and flickering lights that was and is always comforting, because now, in this chapel on this campus, surrounded by others who apparently think like you, you know you’re not alone.  

Some of my most notable “Assumption memories” have actually occurred in the realms beyond of 500 Salisbury street. I’ll remember when I was first introduced to the true meaning of “vocation” at the SOPHIA program’s cape cod retreat, or, when I traveled to Rome also with SOPHIA that May with just our wanderlust spirits and President Cesareo to guide us through the city’s ancient cobbled streets.

I can never forget teaching spanish speaking toddlers how to play duck-duck-goose, helping build the foundation of a home and walking in my first ever protest for the fair food program during a SEND trip to Immokalee, Florida.

And while this may not be an “Assumption memory” per say, last semester, which I spent abroad in London will always hold a special place in my heart, and be a major part of my unique Assumption experience.

And then there are those certain in-between moments, those laughs and ventures with my friends, those times we attempted to cook and hey, even late nights spent at the library which all add up to a certain feeling, a state of my life that I’ll remember long after I’ve left Assumption.

So no, I guess I don’t have a “favorite” Assumption memory. No single recollection, adventure stands out amongst the rest. I guess I won’t take with me a sole memory as I leave; I’ll take an awful lot. I’m sure these memories and moments will float into conversations as I grow older and lead a different life. And I’m grateful that they happened and that when I walk away from Assumption in May, my “favorite memory” will be some kind of accumulation of those fleeting feelings, and the knowledge that while I was the one leaving Assumption, Assumption was leaving me with a whole lot to look back on.


Katelyn Merrigan, a senior, studies English, marketing and graphic design. She is the Online editor of Le Provocateur.

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