Editor's Note: On May 24, 751 members of the Holy Cross class of 2024 will walk the commencement stage. Each path to the stage is unique. As we celebrate the class, HCM asked several seniors to share their journeys in their own words. Listen and read their uncut narratives — how they got here and what they’re taking with them — as they reflect on the Holy Cross chapter of their life.
As the winter air filled the atmosphere, all of my personal belongings were jam-packed in my aunt’s pickup truck at the bottom of College Street. I barely had room to move in the car but I didn’t care because my heart was pounding with anticipation as my dad took a left and followed the procession of cars on Easy Street. It was my first day of college, a day I had been dreaming of for years.
The looming cloud of the pandemic tempered my excitement as masked faces directed me throughout the campus. A daily routine of Zoom classes, walks to Kimball and constant testing at The Jo became my norm. I recognized people by their eyebrows or custom masks, building friendships through waves and on Zoom. The vision of Holy Cross became apparent to myself on the days of hot weather when we played frisbee on the Hoval, the organized game nights on Zoom, and in the daily interactions with Kimball staff who worked so hard to make us feel at home. I became involved in different organizations and consumed myself with my Montserrat. Throughout that whole semester, I could see the growth in my social skills and that I made the right decision to move on campus. My first semester taught myself patience, but also that good things come to those that wait.