<p>In light of the fact that this site is dealing with some very serious, weighty issues regarding controversy surrounding its current administration, I thought we may want to have an area reserved for positive thoughts where we pay tribute and "raise a glass" to the many men and women who have meant so much to making Saint Vincent College a great place. Of course, in no way should this be meant as a way to change subject over the serious issues of the day....and expect that I will continue to weigh in on the problems associated with Saint Vincent in the current era. They are serious, important, and need addressed. However, I feel that in the midst of us working through these difficult subject matters we at times may want to "toast" those who have done much to change Saint Vincent for the better. And in the spirit of this post....let's try not to compare these people to the problems in the current era with the current leadership. We can do that....and I will do that....elsewhere on this site.</p> <p>Allow me to begin...</p> <p>To Brother Patrick Lacey....a humble servant whose years of service to the community (both College and County) have helped men and women through many generations understand kindness, gentleness, and hardwork. Whether one recalls his service with the Fire Department or on the Facilities Staff, he let everyone in his path see the joy in his heart, the spirit in his soul. May God Bless You Brother Pat....and so I raise my glass to you....and as you would like us all to say, "Go Steelers".</p> <p> </p>
<p>To Dr. James Meny -- God rest his soul. He put everything into his teaching. He showed true interest in each student that showed interest in his teaching. And, yet there are/were so many like him at SVC. Let the list continue.</p>
<p><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"">To Dr. Will Stubbs, a brandable character if there ever was one. Imagine my freshman first-impression of him as he trod down the hallway, backpack bulging(backpacks were not fashionable campus gear at the time as they are now), walking along with long curls bobbing at shoulder-height, droopy mustache, smiley face t-shirt, cut-short jeans belted and secured with an official Batman buckle and leather sandals. He intrduced us to an eclectic bunch indeed. Flaubert, Doctoro, Fitzgerald, Jong, Clarke, and so many others, presenting them to us with his vibrant love for the written word. I believe when he passed he carried that book-laden backpack thru the gates with him asking St. Peter, "have you read Madame Bovary?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p>To Dr. Wissolik. He's the toughest genius I've encountered in my life. He knows photography, art, literature, Africa, safaris, war, life, love -- if I could experience 1/2 of his life I would be a happy person. He's the kinda man that can teach you the finer things of life, and then kick your ass in a fist fight -- at least that's how I always felt about him. Oh, and when I was in college, he gave me the key to his own personal dark room. While I never printed anything worth looking at in that room, I will never forget his generosity.</p>
<p>To Saint Vincent College Employee Don Rugh who works in the College's Information Services Office as Network Administrator. He is a man of class and character who works for the best interest of Saint Vincent and the students. He is a humble servant who takes work seriously but never takes himself too seriously (as evidenced by the red vest he wears to the Christmas Party each year). Don-the reviews are in and they merit a toast to you for all you do for the Saint Vincent Community. <img alt="" src="/js/FCKeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/regular_smile.gif" /> </p>
<p>To Saint Vincent College Employee Victoria Thompson who works in the College's Residence Life Office. She works tirelessly to meet the needs of students at all hours of the day and night. Her staff shows care and concern for every student no matter what the issue is at hand. Moms and Dads of SVC students everywhere can rest comfortably at night knowing Ms. Thompson is at the helm of an office which plays such an important role in the life of students. The College made a great move promoting her to assistant dean of students last year. And so for these reasons and many more, I raise a glass to you Ms. Thompson!<img alt="" src="/js/FCKeditor/editor/images/smiley/msn/regular_smile.gif" /></p> <p> </p>
<p>To former Executive V.P. and Dean of Students Jamie Caridi. Until Thursday the 12th, Jamie worked tirelessly in all facets at SVC, from Student Affairs to being involved in new construction. Jamie came up through the ranks, starting off as a student, leaving after graduation for a few years, and then returning as Asst. Activities Director. It was Jamie who started, or should I say restarted, the concerts at SVC. Back in 1996, while as a student, he booked Alanis Morrisette, which sold out in a matter of hours. Since then, the concerts at SVC have been not only enjoyable for thousands, but quite successful in gaining PR for the College. Ask any student on campus if they feel that Jamie was approachable for absolutely anything, and I guarantee you their answer would be a resounding "yes". Jamie was someone who considered SVC family. Shoot, he spent more time on campus than he did at home. He met his wife here. He will be missed tremendously. Some seriously big shoes to fill. My glass is held high for Jamie Caridi</p>
Okay... here goes... To- Maynard Brennan, scholar, poet, president, one good reason the Steelers are on campus in the first place; Ronald Gorka, scholar, dean, teacher; Ron Tranquilla and his pipe, his presence, his mind; George Dixon and his movies and film courses; Denny Quinn, philosopher, Marine, generous smile; Bill Dzombak, learned, tough, inspiring; Fintan Shoniker, president, who knew a thing or two about libraries; Joe Ryer and his Rock: Roy, Dick, Will, Justin, Chuck Manoli, Bernie Scherer, part of the moving spirit of first floor Wimmer; Armand, Brice, Sebbie... Pat O'Neill... To the tables down at Baldy's ("Hit the Bricks"); The Demangone's The Cove. Raise your glasses, gentlemen of old... remember 1970 and thereabouts.
<p>Here's to Fr Martin Bartel! One of the most thorough Accounting Professors that one could ever have. I wish I would have been around to work for him, as he was truly an honored, respected, HUMBLE President of Saint Vincent College. He's a monk, priest, professor, accountant, lawyer, and a cook. No one could make hot wings better than he could and still give a heck of a homily! Kudos to you Marty!</p>
To Roy Mills - The man's lectures were classics - May he rest in peace and I can never hear the words Dien Bien Phu without thinking of one of the greatest men I knew.
How about a raise of the glass to Ellen Nore - one of the most energetic and "out there" teachers I've ever had. I here she's teaching in Iowa - I hope she's still bringing the same enthusiasm to the classroom.
<p>Allow me to raise my glass to SuperAdmin, whomever you are! A true bearcat with the leadership for this site. Thank you!</p> <p> </p>
To Brian Boosel... the truest of all Bearcats. This man will be missed by the copious numbers of college students who only made it through their toughest times with Fr. Brian by their sides. Mr. Towey, Archabbott Douglas, and so many others never saw what he did. But we - the students, the faculty, the administrators, and the alumni - will NEVER FORGET. Saint Vincent became a place of love. Saint Vincent became our home. All because of the tireless efforts of this man. His humble beginnings with student leadership grew into a leadership which can only be defined with one word: love. Through his love, Fr. Brian gained honor. Through his honor, he perfected his faith. By his faith, he grew wisdom. And through the simple, yet utterly atoned, wisdom of this great man, he lead. And he changed this place for the better forever. No one person can change what so many people hold onto so dearly. No army can destroy what we supporters hold in our hearts. Fr. Brian... we will miss you, and even though you shed your tears, you are but one person crying. As we shed our tears... we are thousands and thousands of men, women, and children crying.
To Jym Walters...for us younger svc alum, St. Vincent wouldn't be the same without Jym hanging around, giving us advice, organizing highlanders trips and intramural events, playing ultimate frisbee, and every "once in a while" picking up the tab for dinner. He has definitely been a true mentor and friend to many of us younger svc alum! I raise my glass to you Jym!
Here here to Jym Walters, a man who not only is not only a mentor to the students but an unreplaceable asset to St Vincent College. I cannot think of St Vincent without my thoughts turning immediately to him. And to Fr Brian Boosel, although he will be missed in campus ministry, his new role working for the archabbot gives me hope for the future. To George Kacenga, who first passed the traditions on to my friends and I. To Fr Rene, a man who seems crazy to most, but those who get close to him realize how great his love for st vincent and its students truely are. Who works behind the scenes to serve both students and alumni. To Jamie Caridi, a man who was not only an open door, but a friend, who never made our business personal. To Katie Wojtunik, whose door and ear are always open for students at need, even at 4 in the morning, and to Breyan Tornifolio, who was unquestionably committed to the students, and who was left hanging when the administration stopped caring about them.
To all those who truely bleed bearcat, I submit these names, humbled by their brilliance. I raise my glass to them and all those here named.
<p style="margin-left: 0in; text-indent: 0in;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";">To former English Professor Dr. Frances Murphy-Zauhar. <span style=""> </span>She’s a woman of integrity and humanity fueled by the opportunity to make a difference in just one person’s life.<span style=""> </span>Naturally compassionate and empathetic, yet demanding enough to “bust your balls” when the situation calls for it (trust me on this one). <span style=""> </span>She opened my mind to words and subjects I would have never known, and for that I am forever grateful.<span style=""> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif";"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p>To Dr. Michael W. Botsko. He is without question one of the smartest people I have ever met, and his devotion to his students and his subject is without peer. A man with a kind word and a teaching style that made even the most difficult theorem seem obtainable.</p> <p>To Dr. Matthew Fisher. For his passion for teaching and impressing his students with a modern, caring world view. Demanding, but unquestionably fair- as long as you put in the effort, you reaped the reward.</p> <p>To those present and former members of the SVFD who roust themselves out of bed at all hours without complaint, and train weekends to ensure our safety.</p> <p>To all prefects, current and former, who work hard for their residents as advocates and guides without regard for their own fatigue.</p> <p>And of course, to Jym Walters, Jamie Caridi and Fr. Brian Boosel, without whom St. Vincent would be a very different place. </p> <p>I humbly raise my glass to you all.</p>
For me, the profs. that resonate the most are Drs. McDaniel, Tranqilla, Murphy-Zauhar, Snyder, Aupperle, Leiner, Quinn, Meny, and Frs. and Brs. David, Justin, Willy, Tom.
I also have fond memories of Mr. Stubbs, who was a professor that I think students took advantage of, becuase he was not a difficult grader, but if you were into the class you had a treasure awaiting you. Here's a good story. Some of the lesser students in class were really turned off by Nikos Kazantzakis' The Last Temptation of Christ, mostly because they didn't want to read something that long. So they went and complained to someone about it, that we shouldn't have to read a book at a Catholic college that was at one point banned and contrary to Catholic doctrine. Stubbs returned the favor by announcing that we'd not only be reading the book, we would also watch the film, but if you didn't want to come to class for that, just don't come--I took this as a way for him to just get rid of the people he didn't want in class. Apparently that wasn't enough, so he announced that "if anyone feels that reading a masterpiece such as that of Nikos Kazantzakis' will threaten their Catholic identity, I have been advised to give you an alternate assignment. Having already registered who you are," pulling a copy of a huge book out of his bag, "you will be excused from class to read War and Peace, and I hope to have a precis on every chapter as you read it."
Fr Justin used to poke fun at the sexually-repressed seminarians and really play on their fear/hatred of women in class. Justin had a reputation of hating women, which was totally not true. He is perhaps one of the biggest raadical feminists on campus, which a lot of people never realized.
Dr. Meny really shocked me once by revealing just how much of an orthodox Catholic he was, on an intellectual level. No matter how far away he felt he was from the Church, deep down his Benedictine education laid an intellectual structure for him that was so deep I don't think he really saw it himself. That always struck me ever since about the character of St. Vincent.
Brother Dominic-Savio Rossi was an inspiriation while he was still at SVC. The music programs were never the same after he left.
I'll never forget Bro. David playing that saxophone in the Pep Band at basketball games.
Fr. Frank got a lot of flack as dean of students but my dealings with him were fair, honest, and without BS.
<p>Thanks for the memories, Bearcat4EvR. I'll chip in with praise for Jim Meny, who was the most articulate person I have ever met, and may ever hope to meet. Through no fault of his own, he could make a conversation about the weather downright daunting. <p>And thanks for mentioning Mr. Stubbs. I had the unfortunate chance to witness his decline from afar, and even when his condition was deteriorating, he still managed to send me a letter when my father passed away, a good six years after I graduated. You don't get that kind of care and attention often.
<p>Here's to Father Vernon Holtz, O.S.B. He's the Assistant Professor of Psychology and a class act! He has to be one of the most competent professors at SVC, as well as one of the most compassionate priests that any student could know. Fr Vernon goes above and beyond the call of duty. I raise my glass to you, Fr Vernon! Thank you for looking out for your students and May God Bless You always.</p>
<h3> <p style="mso-outline-level: 4"><strong><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3">If I may raise a glass to an institution rather than a faculty member then let me give a final call to Halula's. The original owners recently sold and an era came to and end a few weeks ago. Many generations of SVC alum were served inside those doors. In fact I do not remember Latrobe without the Landmark restaraunt; at one time Halula's was the ONLY place on rte 30 to buy a pizza. It's called Geo's now but the original Halula sign is still standing at the moment. How often after a Shack card-game Mills would announce "Time to repair to Ha-Lulu's" (I occasionally mispronounce it myself just to invoke his memory). I could not begin to count the times I sat there with Mills, Wissolik, Snyder... listening to them regale the barmaids with war stories. </font></span></strong></p> <p style="mso-outline-level: 4"><strong><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3">And if you will forgive a paste from a previous post I made, and while we're on the subject of food lets raise a glass to a grinning Sr. Monica who loaded up my plate with stuffed cabbages and mashed potatoes while saying "you big boy... you need big plate". (If you knew her, can you close your eyes and see her still? Clear, bright eyes, perpetual smile and those rose-capped German apple dumpling cheeks). She lived to feed us. I wonder sometimes if I truly appreciated that then. <o:p></o:p></font></span></strong></p> <p style="mso-outline-level: 4"><strong><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3">And let's remember Hap... keeper of cues and shoes. Always a kindly reminder that perhaps we should have been studying instead of bowling... I haven't thought about him until just this minute... these "extras" were just as important part of the SVC experiece as nything else...<o:p></o:p></font></span></strong></p> <p style="mso-outline-level: 4"><strong><span style="font-family: "Cambria","serif"; mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><font size="3">Wouldn't it be great to hear one more Jim Meny lecture or listen to Mr. Jodlowski (the Brow) regale us with his understated heroism against Nazis in WWII, or give Dr. Stubbs, who did not drive, a ride home.<o:p></o:p></font></span></strong></p> <p> </p> </h3>
As a man who has not returned to Latrobe since 1996 or to campus for a couple of years before that:
Here's to the General, Roy Mills, teacher, scholar, mentor and most of all friend. May you rest in peace, sir.
Here's also to Wild Bill Stubbs. I remember in the early 90's meeting him outside of Giant Eagle with my infant son in a stroller. I had not seen Mr Stubbs in several years but he bent down and looked my two year old, Josh in the face and told him with all seriousness, you listen to your father, he is a good man.
Here's to Dr's Tranq, Snyder, Fr. Honeygoskey and the rest of the English faculty of the early 80's. I came in thinking that I enjoyed reading and knew how to write but they took those claims to new depths and by the time I finished their classes, I did know.
Here is also to Dr Bleyer and Fr Acklin, both men who took time with a confused freshman.
There are so many other fine gentlemen there that I know I can not do them justice. Here is all. Raise a glass to a company whose like has seldom been seen.
As long as we are raising glasses - and this goes back a ways - a long ways - Roman Verotsko, whose mural in the library tells the story of SVC, or used to tell it before someone made a mausoleum out of the library's front entrance. That was one of my major disappointments when I returned for the first time in many years for Homecoming.
Stanley Dudzinski, Vera Slezak, Yari Slezak, who brought a touch of eastern Europe and culture to the place.
Maynard and Ronald, President and Dean - Fintan who made one hell of a Library
Denny Quinn, Tiger McMahon, Ed Milowicki, Joe Nucci, Jim Crenner
Jym Walters a man you can always count on, words cannot express his genorosity towards the school and everyone he meets. He also has the purest heart and he is the kindest person I have ever had the priveledge to meet. Jeff Zidek an old professor and now the director of sports information. even though he is not a professor anymore he makes sure he teaches his workstudys all he can to ensure they are learning all they can, which is especially critical at a time where a certain communications professor is incompetent of teaching a proper media productions class. Veronica and Joyce, whether they are swiping your cards or making you your favorite coffee their smile instantly brings light into this dismal place.
<p>...the Saint Vincent Faculty, especially those men and women who have committed the majority of their lives (professional and personal) to the College. In an era when money and fame draw so many toward other pursuits, these men and women have sacrificed a great deal to enrich the lives of thousands. </p>
<p>Kudos to Dr William Hisker and Dr John Smetanka. Both professors are dedicated professionals who seek to inspire and educate all of our young Bearcats! They are professors with a strong, honest spirit, in which they always seek the truth from wherever it may hide. I pray that they continue to help preserve the Benedictine heritage of our Alma Mater.</p>
<p>Definitely raising a glass to Dr. Smetanka. I had him first semester of freshman year and then the spring semester of junior year (I think, maybe it was fall). Definitely a good teacher for me and he cared about his students in my experiences, plus he was a very approachable guy. I'm from Chicago and he knew that, so when he'd see me around we'd BS about Chicago and the Cubs and such.</p>
Difficult to do, because there are many good educators at St. Vincent. I am sure I will forget people, but a couple that have been of great influence in the rest of my career: Dr. Smetanka, Dr. Murphy-Zauhar, Dr. Blandino, Fr. Vernon Holtz, Dr. Sommers, Dr. Bleyer, Dr. Leiner, Dr. Saccone, Fr. Tom Hart, Br. Ed Grinder, Dr. Herr, Dr. McDaniel, etc. etc.
I am sure I am forgetting numerous individuals, but here at least a couple that have made an enormous impact. I also raise my glass to the possibility of all the different streams of thought present at St. Vincent. I have angered myself numerous times about those holding the opinions directly opposed to mine, but these different streams of thought have formed me in accepting alternative theories, learning how to think creatively, and how to understand difficult concepts. It did truly prepare me for a further career.
This is what made St. Vincent to what it was to me.
Hey, all of us know the great professors we had, but what about the other people who made the place a place of interest and color... like Phil Loncharich who had a 100-year lease on the Old Shack (now the New Schack in Carey Center I believe). Olga Yencha in the Dean of STudent's office. Mary Frankovich in FR. Ronald's office. Old Stanley who handed out the pool balls. Adam Olsevski who ran the plant. All the ladies and gents who kept the place clean and up and running. Frank Lamendola and his wife down at the Archabbey Press. The two male nurses at the campus health center. Lest we forget, Lest we forget.They too are part of the great narrative tradition of Saint Vincent College.
Agreed lotuseater, but I think I no familiar with the people you mention. The two female nurses deserve their praise as well, as does Fr. Tom Deveraux, Br. Pat (previously mentioned), the lady who worked at the cafeteria, etc.
I have noticed antipathy here towards Fr. Paul, but I do have to disagree. Am not a fan of DP, but I do appreciate Fr. Paul's efforts. We should also not forget Mary Ann Nichols (not always favored by the students at that time, but she worked extremely hard for the college) and Alice Kaylor. Mentioning Alice Kaylor also brings up Pat - who has worked extremely hard throughout the years, or the ladies at the registrar.
I am also drawn to the couple professors I had at Seton Hill "College" that I was afforded to experience through the arrangement with SVC. I took full advantage of the, er, resourses there.
To that end, I raise my glass to Dr. Chamu Namasavayam, who passed away shortly after I took her for an Asian philosophies course. One of the most inspiring women I had ever met.
Joe Ryer bought a boat and sailed up and down the east coast of something like that, and then the story is he became a Sufi monk or Whirling Dervish or whatever. He was a colorful figure among colorful figures in the Philosophy Department. Philosophy, English, History, and Math were on First Wimmer and it was a genuine pleasure and education to visit that floor as often as possible. I think I learned more out of class with that bunch than I learned in class, especially when two or three of the profs would get together and start discussing stuff.
I actually heard a funny story of a young(er) Fr. Justin Nolan popping his head out of an office to see what the heck was going on from the roucus in the hallway outside of the office--I assume in wimmer or alfred hall. Apparently Drs. Quinn and Tranquilla were playing football in the hallway or something like that.
Bearcat4Evr... time has a way of altering actual events - unless you are referring to another incident. The Fr. Justin thing is correct, as is the Tranquilla/Quinn association. I was at the other end of the hall with a couple or buddies. It was a Frisbee game, with Fr. Sebastian throwing two-foot high, highly accurate bullets forty feet to Tranq.
he may have been the most brilliant of many brilliant professors.
I'll never forget his course on Existential Phenomenology, and will never be the same. My first course with him was Metaphysics, and I was getting increasingly frustrated as we moved from School to School of philosophy, or philosopher to philosopher. Each time, it seemed like that guy had the answer, and each time the next guy blew it apart. Finally, we got to Kant, and everything got blown apart. Like an idiot I demanded: when are we gonna get The Answer?? Sabastian said: philosophy does not give you The Answer. It is continuous inquiry, a road, for your whole life. . . . .
Later that week, with my eyes still spinning and I was wandering around the Abbey -- there was Sebastian working in the garden, under the shrubs transplanting beautiful ferns. He seemed to be the Benedictine ideal.
That is about as powerful a testimonial to the Benedictine life and philosophy as there can be. It is thoughts like these and experiences like yours that we need to keep in focus as we navigate the current troubled waters.
<p>I'm raising my glass to the students who are spending their spring break on service trips, whether to New Orleans, Brazil, or something that didn't get any publicity. SVC always tends to have a much earlier spring break than most colleges, which doesn't make sense as Latrobe is usually still blanketed with snow at this point in the year. Even more of an excuse to take a vacation to warmer areas! Kudos to those who have instead decided to sacrifice their time off to help others out. I used to be involved with a Habitat-for-Humanity-style organization, and it was really one of the most rewarding experiences I've ever had. I hope that all the others involved in this trip feel the same way at the end of the day.</p>
I wish to salute several professors who I was fortunate enough to experience during my SVC days. Among these...
>>Dr. Tranquilla, who sent me a handwritten note as a freshman congratulating me for earning a 4.0. How many professors do this? He knew I had difficulty speaking in class--a requirement for his courses--and he would write me notes of encouragement on my papers. I also recall a memorable day in Senior Seminar for English Majors when I had a mini-meltdown regarding student teaching and my future in general. He stayed with me after class, calmed me down, and talked with me about my fears and misgivings. He was the consummate professor and humanitarian.
>>Dr. Snyder, who demanded almost more than I could give him on assignments and papers. His door was always open, and I remember the feeling of pride when I met the demands he knew I could meet but I didn't always know that I could meet. He chose me to be a tutor in the Writing Lab when it first opened in 1991/92, and I truly feel that I learned to write because of him.
>>Mr. Stubbs, whose classes were always experiences in the somewhat surreal and unexpected. A few years after graduating, my mom received a piece of mail stating that Mr. Stubbs had published a book of poetry. She ordered it without my knowledge, and it arrived with a handwritten message in the inside front cover.
>>Dr. Botsko, who intimidated the hell out of me until he learned that we had common roots. I struggled in MA 109 for the entire semester and was rewarded with an A for the course. I spent hours in his office getting help with problem sets and receiving encouragement.
>>Dr. Catalfamo, who taught history for only a few years during my time at SVC. She was an extremely nice lady who told awesome stories and gave meaningful assignments. Most people blew off her classes and talked throughout her lectures, but she recognized my interest and acknowledged it many times.
>>Rabbi Edelstein, who disseminated more information than any normal person should be able to process in one class period. His class on American Judaism was eye-opening and inspiring, and I learned more in that class about faith than in almost any other course.
I became a teacher because of these people, and I have found myself imitating their mannerisms over the years while in the classroom. They helped me create order out of my tumultuous world of the time.
Seeing the "big news" of a wellness fair on the front page of the SVC website reminds me of a wellness fair in the Kennedy/Carey gym. I had just finished donating blood when I noticed Dr. Leiner coming in, looking intent, going directly to some plastic surgery business there giving out flyers, and he pretty much ripped them a new one for being anywhere close to something called a "wellness fair."
It was then I realized that philosophy was practical.
<p><strong>AS LONG AS WE'RE RAISING GLASSES---</strong></p> <p><strong>A THOUSAND CHEERS FOR THE TENURED FACULTY WHOSE SIGNATURES WENT ON THE LETTER THAT WENT TO THE BOARD. ANOTHER THOUSAND CHEERS FOR THE UNTENURED FACULTY (THE MANY UNTENURED FACULTY) WHO SUPPORT THEM.</strong></p> <p><strong>A THOUSAND CHEERS FOR THE MAJORITY 0F SAINT VINCENT COLLEGE STUDENTS WHO SUPPORT THEM. A THOUSAND CHEERS FOR THE STUDENTS WHO ASKED THE UNCOMFORTABLE QUESTIONS AT LAST NIGHT'S OPEN FORUM.</strong></p> <p> </p>
<p>And may I raise my glass to the current students who are posting here. Thanks in advance for being tomorrow's alumni, and making this present alumnus proud.</p>