Although this may seem like an unconventional blog post, I feel it is perhaps the most important one. Many experience university without knowing their classmates, or without ever developing profound relationships with their peers. One of the most remarkable qualities of Carleton’s Art History program is the degree to which it creates a close, collegial environment.
The contrast between first and fourth year is stark. This past weekend, a group of our Art History classmates came over to my house, and we spent a lovely evening together as close friends. In first year, none of us knew the other. If we did, it was from orientation, or a cursory recognition of the same faces that sat in the lecture halls beside us. Today, we are fourth year students in our last semester. We are privileged to have created strong friendships with one another, and to know that these friendships will endure throughout the diverse paths each one of us will take after June arrives.
It is unusual to experience this type of community when in university. The majority of us truly are friends. All of us succeed together, and all of us want the others to succeed. Our program is challenging and can feel all-consuming at even its best moments; however, with an army of supportive peers behind you, and feeling overwhelmed with you, it never feels as though an obstacle is permanent. I was unaware of this environment when choosing Carleton or declaring my major; but, it is an environment that ought to be celebrated for its uniqueness. It ought to be celebrated for its positive impact on all of our futures.
When I remember completing my degree in Art History, I will remember the exquisite works of art. I will remember the infatuating concepts, and the enchanting stories. I will remember the professors’ infallible support and guidance. But most importantly, I will remember having experienced these things alongside my friends. And that may be the greatest blessing that Art History has bestowed upon me.
