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My funniest memories here at Fisher are of the impromptu snowball fights we have during winter.
I love playing volleyball intramurals. Our team won the championship this year!
I was so excited when the Teddi Dance for Love raised over $50,000 for Camp Good Days and Special Times.
I entered St. John Fisher with the first class in 1951. The classes were held in a yet-to-be-finished Kearney Administration building. There was no lighting in the classrooms and no window glass in the frames. In the times where the daylight was poor, the professors led us down the stairway with a cigarette lighter flame. If the wind was blowing, dirt from the surrounding area blew into the classroom and we had to move to the other side of the building. The land had been seeded but the grass was not yet holding the soil. If you needed to go to the restroom, you had to go to a white house near East Avenue. Lunch was brought from home, but one student ran a business serving sandwiches and beverages in the commons room. This was the Pioneer Class. I was enrolled in an engineering co-op program and it was a five-year program. I graduated as the senior in the class of 1956.
My favorite professor was Father John Murphy who taught an English writing course. He was the President of the College. He could be found operating the lawn mowing tractor to keep the campus looking nice. Thanks for the memories!
- My mother and I talking to Father O'Meara about coming to SJFC.
- The wonderfully dedicated Basilian Fathers. Great teachers, too!
- My balance scales shaking when they were digging for Kearney Hall.
- My great classmates.
- The experience of building something new and FOR GOD!
- Favorite professor: Robert Flood - Freshman English (he graded the first essay test in red pencil, on scale from A to Z) and first Librarian.
- Favorite hang-out: Pittsford Inn.
- Father Pendergast was my favorite, a wonderful man and priest.
- Spent a lot of time in the library as we lived on the west side of town. Father Flood was unique.
- Fellow classmates including returning Korean vets. Good memories!
There are many treasured memories involving fellow students and activities, such as spontaneous baseball games in the field behind Kearney Hall where Keough Hall and the Lavery Library now stand. One off-beat memory was working in the small, stuffy photo darkroom on the upper floor of Kearney close to the Physics Lab to print pictures for various publications or publicity. There were the greased pole climbs at the start of fall classes to "welcome" freshmen! Yes, there were many "academic" memories as well, but hey, I want to read some of your remembrances too!
I remember the grease pole climb and the Freshman beanies. My favorite Basilian teacher was Father Pendergast. My lifelong friend, even though I never took a class from him, was Father John Cavanaugh.
We used to hang out at the Pittsford Inn and Hotel Stephany. I also hung out with the young ladies from Nazareth. I spent a lot of time on the ping pong table and in the lounge playing gin rummy.
So many wonderful memories and they are all good. My class was large in veterans from the Korean War and many were (or soon were) married. We were there for different reasons than those coming out of high school. We had others to excel for. My wife, Ann, and my son, Geoff, who joined us in my junior year were my roommates. Financially, some would say we were poor and struggling, but we didn't mind. Ann worked in nursing, I had the GI Bill, and when Geoff was born I worked three jobs. And certainly our families supported us.
Most of the professors were good and friends to boot. One of my favorites was Father Pendergast, a wonderful, down to earth friend and teacher and inspiration to all his students.
I have always had a sense of gratitude to Fisher, and I include it with my family and the U.S. Navy for being who I am.
I remember the dedication of faculty members like Fathers Sheehan, Malone, and Dwyer. Teresa Harvey made History fascinating. The intimacy and spirit of my classmates were ever present. The rigorous requirements prepared us well in life and enabled us to readily adhere to the tenets of goodness, discipline, and knowledge. They were four wonderful years!
Fisher was a new institution when I attended, and many of the professors were interesting and friendly characters but they did not possess the qualities one expects of a professor today. For me, the most notable exception was Dr. Robert McLaughlin, a philosophy professor I had in my senior year. It seemed obvious to me that his expectations for students were different, and now I know that his method of teaching was inquiry-based which provided more opportunity for thinking about and challenging the subject matter.
No doubt my favorite place in Kearney Hall was the student lounge on the main floor. There were only two buildings on campus, and not being a science major, I was rarely in the other one. The extra special reason I liked this room was that the seat cushions on the chairs tilted toward the back so that loose change would fall out of pockets. I worked on the cleaning crew all the while I was at Fisher, and the lounge was on my route. Needless to say, I moved those cushions every day to clean them well, allowing me to have better meals at the burger and ice cream place we frequented in Pittsford.
Perhaps it was in 1959 that a group of us decided that Fisher needed a fraternity and the Dean of Students, Fr. Peter Sheehan, decided that we could not. We simply went off campus and found a bar on Lake Avenue near Lyell that let us use an upstairs room to hold monthly meetings (and order beer). We continued while I was in school. It was simply a social club where friends could conveniently meet. We went out to dinners with our girl-friends (many of whom became our wives), and also did some charity work. Many of us are still friends today. I live in the Albany, N.Y. area and still see some of those friends when I return to Rochester for family visits.
All four years were outstanding in my memory. I remember saying to myself the first day on campus walking to my first class, "Remember this moment, Sam, on your graduation day." Sure enough, when walking on stage to receive my degree from the hands of Bishop Kearney, the thought of that first day as a freshman came to my mind. Perhaps the most important thing that I remember, aside from the hard work and study, and other social and sporting activities, lies in the endearing relationships experienced at Fisher. These, to me, are the most precious. They helped form me as a person and appreciate the opportunities afforded me by the whole experience. The best memory was yet to come for my wife and I in that two of our children went on to study and graduate from Fisher as well. God bless all of the faculty and staff and all those who really cared for us and moved us to be successful and faithful in our life's journey. Best wishes to all.
1962: shoulda been. 1963: almost was. 1964: finally was.
I remember walking up the Kearney steps, mid-summer 1958. Fisher had awarded me a scholarship, but I had delayed enrollment, a portent of assignment procrastination to come. Dressed in my favorite short-sleeve, two-pocket pink shirt and khaki work pants, I rode eight miles from my family home (one block south of Red Wing stadium), out to SJFC, parked my bicycle at the base of the front steps, then walked up them and into the Registrar's Office. Gerard Tucker personally accepted my enrollment forms. I checked out the chapel before leaving, and caught his comment to someone, "Well, now we know what he looks like."
My favorite professors were Clarence G. Heininger and Aleksey A. Sirotenko. Each was a good teacher, and better, a valued personal advisor or mentor.
The best study spots were the Student Board of Governors' office in the little white house (one of two on the back campus); the then little-used Chemistry Building library; and, when it was built, the Chemistry Building lecture hall. Each was removed from the main building, QUIET, cigarette smoke-free, and more conducive to work than play.
My favorite extracurricular activity was to take a bat and a few softballs out onto the flat back campus, whack the &#@! out of them, sometimes with Mike Hemmerich and George McGee, then chase and collect them. We also enjoyed long-distance croquet: grab the CSB's set from near the rear door, play tag out to the wooded buffer near the Eastern Expressway (there was no I-490 designation then) - and then whack them back to the main building. Father Wilfrid Dwyer, CSB, bemoaned this practice, as it shortened the life of his favorite "woodies."
- I remember walking up the steps of Kearney Auditorium. It meant a great deal to me. Kearney is where the White Orchid Ball was held, and where outside speakers spoke to the few hundred of us.
- I had a few favorite Basilian Fathers: Father Murphy and Father Hetzler. One of my favorite non-Basilians was Doctor Alberts. If you were good enough to get an "A" or a "B" those were honorable grades.
- The very best study spot was in the library stacks if you really needed to concentrate.
I have many wonderful and positive memories of my days at Fisher. One particular memory that stands out near the end of my freshman year was being elected as an officer (secretary) to the Student Board of Governors. It gave me an opportunity to become more involved in the "Fisher Community" and provided me with so many new good friends.
The man most responsible for my "coming back" to Fisher was Clarence Amann. He found me selling shoes at Edwards department store in Pittsford Plaza and he remembered me as a good English student during his teaching tenure at McQuaid High School. He gave me a card and asked that I call on him at Fisher. I discarded the card and quickly forgot about the visit. Well, a few weeks later, he called me at work and asked if I had forgotten his offer. I stammered and told him that I had "lost" his card. So, we agreed that I would come for a visit on my next day off. The following Thursday, I met Clarence for lunch at Fisher. I explained my checkered academic career to date and he asked if I'd like to meet the Registrar. It turned out that Dick Knox was the Registrar and Dick had taught me as well at McQuaid. Dick offered me a conditional acceptance provided I successfully completed courses at Fisher's Summer School. I did, and the rest is history. I completed Fisher while working full-time at various jobs nearby. In 1970, I entered graduate school at Syracuse and upon completion of the degree in 1972, I began a career in management and news throughout the mid-south. In 1977, I took a job at Washington and Lee University and in June of this year, I will retire after 36 years on the faculty. I owe my professional history to the insistence of Clarence Amann and the academic and social experience at St. John Fisher College.
Dr. Robert Mclaughlin, way too smart for me, a philosophy major in name only. I wrote a paper on "Plato's Philosophy of Art." The good doctor's review: "Great references, wonderful bibliography, excellent organization. Unfortunately, totally incoherent." F!!!! I survived and love to retell the story.
Father Dorsey was always available for advice, a very special priest, friend, and advisor. Father Harold Perry kept our dorm floor [Haffey Hall] quiet or at least to a low roar. Father Leo Hetzler made Norton's anthology come alive, English literature had meaning after he presented it to the class. The presence, teaching, and friendship of all the Basilian priests was a very special experience over my four years at Fisher.
Spending the evening drinking beer with friends in the Campus Club (our own beer bar in the basement of Kearney Hall).
What became of all the freshmen who lived in the Manger Hotel during the 1965/1966 year?
The most memorable professor was Dr. Alexi Sirotenko. He introduced me to organic chemistry and Monday morning quizzes. "Boys, the story is simple. You must work."
Haffey Hall wasn't even completed yet when I checked in - I became a "ward" of Ward Hall (as my home of record was San Diego - too far to commute!)
Fr. Joe Trovato was extremely helpful in assisting with procedures to secure a van for self and fellow students (Naz, too) to spend long Saturdays and short weekends volunteering way out at a community center in Orleans County. This experience lengthened into all four years at Fisher.
Joe Polizzi helped me get my "community development and organizing brain" into gear - and I'm still doing that kind of work these days.
Joe Versage taught "tough, but sensible" intro and senior year sociology courses, and assisted in finding "intern without credit," a month-long cultural exchange placement living in the mountains of the Cumberland Gap. I'm still reflecting back on that experience, it never got above zero degrees during our month living with host foster families.
Back then, my study hang-out was way up in the stacks of the library (Kearney tower). I even found some quiet time in the dorm room too!
We played soccer on a sandy field where Growney Stadium and the fieldhouse are now. Coach Granato's elegant bearing was complemented by stellar play from Bob Cupelo, Russ Hanks, and Akoue Ajavon. The rest of us weren't that good, and we lost as many as we won. And then there were the pickup basketball games in the winter. Coach Wanzer played occasionally and always had me guard him because I was no good defensively.
Bill ’71 (aka Eeyore)
I remember going to Cilento's bar in East Rochester and the day it closed for the last time. I also remember being hit by a car in the college driveway during freshman orientation. I attended some summer classes at Fisher and worked in Kearney at the college switchboard. Unfortunately, I cut off a call between Father Lavery and Nelson Rockefeller. Father Lavery was not happy! When I attended Fisher there was only one dorm (Ward) so I had to rent a room in East Rochester during my freshman year. It was a long walk to class, especially in the winter. Basil Hall was brand new and many classes took place in Kearney Hall. The college library was in the tower in Kearney and the new library was finally built after I graduated. My favorite professors were Dr. Howard and Mrs. Harvey.
I remember the Campus Club, more specifically the Friday night bands. Did you know that Lou Gramm played here a number of times?
My favorite memory was the 1971 Fisher basketball season. The Cardinals went 19-2, with their only two losses against Brockport (ugh!). If I remember correctly the starters were Paul and Jerry Bussell, Steve Fitzgerald, Tim Finnegan and Jim Brooks. The sixth man was Bill "Hondo" Heppler, who was deadly with a corner jumper. I was working in the Sports Information Department at school and one of my jobs was to call all the radio stations in the area after the game with results. It was always great to talk to Stan Baron in Buffalo. He would always announce the results on air after I called in.
Too many wonderful memories to mention!! However, if I had to pick one, it would be the night that I was introduced to a fellow classmate that 40 years later is still my best friend. Together through "thick and thin" we lived the dream of college life and that included drinking Ripple and seeing Triple!!!
I do recall the "lost" feeling I had when I arrived on campus. I was a small town kid who had recently lost his mom and whose dad was moving south. I was on my own. The Campus Club was a welcome refuge.
My favorite professor: Mr. D’Agostino, it's hard to explain why. Dr. Arpaia would be a very close second. And my most unforgettable moment was on the very first day on campus - going to the huge Midtown Mall!
Awards banquets were the best memories in the Campus Club. Joe Griffin and Junior were memorable. Priceless.
I had just got out of the Navy, and my upper-classmen were hazing me. I had to do strange things like duckwalk around the college, which for someone just out of the Navy wasn't that hard. My favorite place was the chapel, quiet and peaceful, and when not there I was doing homework in the lounge. I liked it there. Also the grand piano was a way for me to let off stress.
My favorite teacher was someone whose face I remember from philosophy but whose name escapes me. I changed my degree from political science to philosophy because of him. You knew when you went into his class, he wasn't just reading from a book.
The good old days were more pleasant when there were signs of Catholicism on campus. Sometimes looking at the crucifixes, which were almost everywhere, brought inner peace especially during exams. Because of my degree, I became a consultant, and even for a time, started a corporation.
Thank you to the old, but always young St. John Fisher College. Bring back the name.
The last night at Uncle Mike's.
As for my favorite profs, I had two Italian Stallions: Lou Buttino and Tom Proietti! I enjoyed going to class. Poli Sci I thoroughly enjoyed, and Doc Buttino injected more adrenaline than anyone could imagine. Tom Proietti was right there as well and got me thinking when Vietnam and Tricky Dick were trying to run the show. All the business with Marshall McLuhan. Times were very trying when the building was taken over by students. I gladly accepted a pass on one of my courses! SJFC was a very small campus. I enjoyed being part of football history by suiting up and being on the field as Tom Coughlin’s RIT team gave us a whooping. On the other hand, a great future lies ahead, and we have an absolute great guy and coach in Coach V. Terrific future in Pittsford! Academics are fabulous. Best wishes to class of 2013!
Merciless Meng ’74
Drinking and bartending at the Campus Club with my buddy Lee Scholey where I first learned the phrase "Wednesday starts the weekend." Back then the Club was dead until Wednesday night, then it started.
I remember hanging out with Cindy, Cheryl, Suzy, Patty, BoBo and Jon White!! There were always Campus Club bands on Thursday and Friday nights! My favorite memory was when Cindy was pulling an all-nighter at the end of the hall in Ward, and a security guard came in with a walkie-talkie to check. Cindy thought it was a gun and screamed so loud, the whole dorm woke up!! Ah, those were the days! Love you and miss you all! - Ro :)
Overall great memories of the Campus Club and many, many fun times with friends - always meeting new friends too. And there was no one better than Father Poluikis, our math professor. We had fun times even in our math classes, if you can believe that.
I recall my roommate, Kerwin Conner, taking on all comers in an arm wrestling contest in the Campus Club. No one came close to challenging him. He had a smile on his face and never broke a sweat the whole time. He loved Hendrix and I loved Dylan. Our friendship grew when we discovered "All Along the Watchtower" by both artists. And we had a few laughs when our suite-mates just listened to Neil Diamond over and over. Kerwin had a date with a girl from Nazareth that ended early. He said she kept flailing her arms around her face saying "Felix, go away," some imaginary fly. We couldn't stop laughing. A good man, that Kerwin.
Fisher changed my life. I went from a very poor high school student who had no goal to go to college. My high school mentor, Brother Franciscus, wrote my application and essay for me without telling me and got me in with a scholarship! The Basilians took care of me and I flourished. I've spent a career now teaching at Harvard and mentoring physicians who will lead our country in true health care reform. It was the gentle care and personal support from Fisher faculty, day by day, that turned my life forward. Thank you.
Best Study Spot - 4th floor Kearney Hall stairwell.
I arrived at SJFC in 1972. I had done nothing in high school, had no study habits, zero. About 10 days into my frosh, I ended up in my professor's office; he noticed that I was not taking good notes in class. He paired me up with a post-grad student to show me how to take notes and study. He saved my butt. I think my last three years I had a 4.0. I graduated with honors, and got into nine dental schools. Without this individual attention and care I would have been gone. I truly owe so much. Thank you.
I had a one hour commute to get to Fisher, and my first class was always 8 or 9 a.m. Upon arrival, a bunch of us always gathered in the commuter lounge for coffee or hot chocolate before class: it was a happy way to start the day. Friday evenings were usually spent at the Campus Club, with music, dancing, and wine coolers. I was a Chemistry major, and my best friend from that group of kids was Paula Alessi. I wish we had stayed in touch. My lifelong friend (we grew up in the same neighborhood and have known each other since we were infants), Alta Herring Porterfield, went to Fisher too, and our younger siblings (John Herring and Joan Huber Sullivan), along with my cousin, Nancy Styles Gillette, joined us there starting our sophomore year. Alta, John, and Joan all met their spouses at Fisher. I liked most of my professors, but probably the most memorable and positive was Dr. Muench, who taught math. I was so happy at Fisher, and I have nothing but fond memories.
Father Poluikis was my favorite professor.
- The Lavery Library being built.
- Lou Buttino starting the first Teddi Marathon.
- Working the Media Center in B-201 then. I was in the very first cohort of 24 students receiving the newly established B.A. in Communications under Tom Proietti, Dennis O'Brien and Gary Cuminale.
- Definitely the Campus Pub, great concerts.
- I then was employed from 1980-1985 as full-time Media Center Coordinator and Video Instructor in the Communications program.
- I built Fisher's first full-color TV studio in B-202.
- Fr. Trovato.
- Fr. Dorsey.
- $1200 a semester.
- Plenty of parking back then!
The Winter Olympics: Each dorm floor was a team and the teams competed in grueling events like checkers, chess, free throw competition, jump rope, basketball, college bowl, euchre, a "run-drink" pass the baton relay, and more. The final event was the tug-of-war: full floor against full floor.
I was a transfer student from a very large, private college in 1976. The first day at Fisher, I was made to feel welcome when a fellow student, who had never met me before, said "hi" to me. This eased the tension of starting at a new college. The professors were great, the campus was beautiful, and I enjoyed the dances at the Campus Club. I was only there two years and graduated in 1978. I would like to point out two outstanding professors: Dr. Ed Delano (Physics and Optics) and Dr. Richard Newton (Italian).
I have many cherished memories, the summation of which can best be described as follows. When I began at Fisher, I was so homesick that I couldn't wait to go home and had reservations about my return to the campus. When I graduated, it was difficult to leave the friends and relationships that had evolved over the ensuing years. Thirty-three years after my graduation, I still hold Fisher close to my heart and always will.
Freshman orientation - so many new friends and experiences learning about my new "home."
- Studying on the Library Lawn during the warm weather.
- Sledding down that same hill in the winter on cafeteria trays.
- Pulling all-nighters during exam week with free doughnuts, coffee, and hot chocolate outside of the cafeteria.
I remember walking back to my dorm from supper on a Sunday, and in the parking lot along came Brendon Cassidy with Martin Carney and Mark (I do not remember his last name) in Brendon’s yellow Volkswagen Beetle. "Want a ride back to the dorm?" they said. "Sure!" They did a 360 in the lot and said, "Let's take a ride to Canandaigua!" So by the time we got back I was up until 5:00 a.m. finishing a paper for a religion class that was due that Monday morning.
Standing in line (not signing up online) forever to get into classes.
My senior year (1982-'83), I was an R.A. on Ward 3 when I woke to the sound of girls screaming and pounding on my door. Someone had released hundreds of white lab mice in the girls' dorm in the middle of the night. Girls were frantic, running in and out of their rooms, jumping on their beds, tearing up and down the halls. It was chaotic and hysterical at the same time. The critters were small enough to slip under the doors of each suite, so they were EVERYWHERE! We caught many of them with shoe boxes and tossed them out the windows, but I remember it was spring and still cold outside and I wasn't sure they'd even survive. It somehow made the Rochester newspaper, too.
Meeting my first Fisher friend, Mike Cunningham, at the family luncheon on the day we moved in. Mike was trying to make his sandwich but the ham wouldn't come off the fork. My dad kidded around with him and we all laughed. Mike and I were friends for all four years at Fisher -- both of us Communication/Journalism majors too!
I used to love PUB nights in the basement of Kearney - great fun with friends, dancing the night away.
Dorm-muter day (when on campus students could mingle with folks who commuted in each day). Genesee Brewing Company would provide complementary beer from a beer truck that would have taps on the side. It was a great time at Fisher!
- Checo's Last Year.
- The Signature (PANDEMONIUM!!).
- Dr. May, Dr. Hillman, Father Hetzler, and Father Trovato.
I will always remember the conversations I had with Fr. Phil; he got me through a lot of tough times and it was always cool to watch him feed his pet boa constrictor.
Before Cardinal TV, there was WFCX, the campus radio station. More often than not, the transmitter was down and the only place on campus we could broadcast to was the Commuter Lounge in the basement of Basil Hall - which was a mere 20 steps away from the station. Low power or no power, it's what we C/J broadcast majors had!
And here is another Fisher romance that turned into wedded bliss! I met my future wife, Chrissy Capaldo, in 1989, waiting outside of Dr. Vickers' office. We spent the rest of our Fisher days taking C/J classes together and now, we've been married 19 years!
Without a doubt my best memory (and there were many from which to choose!) was meeting my wife in 1993 in Basil Hall! All of my days at Fisher were even more special from that day on! Just one of many, many things for which I am grateful to St. John Fisher College! Go Cardinals!
Idrissa MBA ’93
My favorite teacher was Dr Gary Maggs; a very available, nice teacher. I used to sit in the library almost every day except the weekends to study. I miss all the nice people I knew during my stay in Rochester as a student. I am back in Senegal since my graduation and I hope to visit St. John Fisher College someday.
The great professors, including Dr. Bain and Dr. Waddell, in the intimate classes and great friends. I am still very close with many of these same professors and friends.
I have many fond memories of my years at SJFC: football games at the mound, typing papers in the computer room under the library (remember dot matrix printers?), Teddi dances, playing intramural softball, the commuter lounge in Basil! I remember campus security pushing my '78 Olds out of the snow when I was stuck in the parking lot. I remember working the course registration tables in order to get into classes first, and of course Spring Fest was always fun. As a commuter student, I probably have fewer memories than the dorm students, but I feel I met a lot of good, quality people and had a lot of great experiences that provided a wonderful foundation for the future.
- Running through the grass/rain with Hurricane Edward.
- Also, the ice storm: when I learned to play euchre.
I worked in the A/V department as a student aide during my time at Fisher. Gary Cuminale ran the department and Paul Vassaw was the other full-time staff member. It was a fun department and I really enjoyed working with those guys.
David MBA ’94
What I remember most fondly about my years at Fisher were Dr. Berman's classes. As a part-time student, most of my MBA classes were in the evening. Needless to say, after a long day at work and a drive-thru dinner, I wasn't always looking forward to going to class. In Dr. Berman's case, however, he was always able to make class interesting, entertaining and informative, often leaving me more energized when I left class than when I arrived.
Who can ever forget the crazy old man - Colonel Shay? Wasn't everyone told, "You need to take Civil War"? You assume it's because it's an easy class. Never would you think it was because of the impact it and the professor would make on your life. Not only was Colonel a teacher of history but of life. He was a mentor, foster parent, and best friend to his students. Colonel was taken from us far too early but his legacy will live on through every life he touched and every subsequent teacher he inspired. Keep your powder dry!
One of my favorite memories was being the editor of The Angle! I remember working on it with some of my favorite professors, Theresa Nicolay, Bruce Sweet, and MJ Iuppa. To this day, I use their teachings on a daily basis and I am so grateful to have attended such a great college with such an esteemed faculty. Writing is a process! Hope you all are doing well.
My favorite college memory was going on our senior cruise.
Civil War trips with Col. Shay to Gettysburg and Antietam.
Alicia ’02, ’10
I can remember sitting in Col. Shay's Civil War class and having him threaten to send students to Robert's Eastlyn. Because I laughed at his jokes he called me a "dear heart" who humored him too much.
Dance for Love.
Murphy "G" freshman year, being so "far" from campus, we were our own little community there. Murphy Dining Hall was the best, and Chef William was always cooking up some great eats, I always preferred to eat there rather than Ward-Haffey. Late night runs to Tahou's on Lyle Ave, because there was no Fairport Hots at that time, and the downtown Tahou's started closing at 8. Also, even though it was a pain, having to walk across East Ave. to football practice, because we didn't have the beautiful facilities that Fisher has now. Dr. Bain starting every Friday lecture with, "No Friday is a bad Friday," and Dr. Valone's almost hypnotic pacing at the front of the classroom. Father Costanzo's accent, and how he would truly enjoy just talking with you, and being there to listen to you during his office hours. Too many more to list.
I remember eating dinner in Murphy Hall every weekday. It was never a surprise as to what we would have that day: it was always either pierogies or waffles. I can't remember the old lady's name that would help in the kitchen but she would make homemade pierogies every night. Each night you never knew what kind would be available, but you knew they would be on the menu. We would have them with onions or with peppers and onions. My favorite was with cheese sauce over the top of them. One night she did onions, peppers, and cheese sauce. I ate so many of them that it's been over ten years since I graduated from St. John Fisher College and I still can't eat a pierogi.
Michele MBA ’03
Our cohort group was so tight; it was fun to watch a professor figure out the dynamics of this group the first time they taught us a class. To this day, my cohort classmate is one of my closest friends and business confidants.
Attending the Civil War trips with Col. Shay, marching around the battlefields as the 93rd Pennsylvania, and hearing a great professor teach and share stories with passion.
I had so much fun in Washington, DC with the Pre-Law Club. What an awesome road trip that was! For some reason, the things that stick out most about the trip had nothing to do with law!!
My very first weekend at Fisher I tagged along with the one friend I made to meet some new people. She was a transfer student and knew some people living in the Keough dorm. We all met up and played hide-and-go seek all over campus. People showed me their favorite places to do work or chill-out and relax. Most of the people I met that night ended up being my closest friends through school and even after we all graduated.