• Emily Nelson

    Emily Nelson

    Class of 2017
    Rochester, MN

    Emily's Bio:
    I am a senior majoring in communication and minoring in photography. The College of St. Scholastica has been a great place for me to be throughout my college journey. I am fascinated by the world and am currently studying abroad at Regent's University London in England. I live for the little things and the adventures I stumble upon everyday. In my free time I enjoy practicing yoga, listening to and writing music, taking pictures, and exploring.

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    Graduate Student
    Fargo, ND
    M.S. Health Information Management

    Katelyn Gehling

    East Bethel, MN
    Exercise Physiology for Pre-Physical Therapy

    Brooke Elvehjem

    Mora, MN

    Yael Ikoba-Ndjip

    Brussels, Belgium
    Accounting Major; Finance minor

  • Shauney Moen

    Graduate Student
    Oak Grove, MN
    Doctorate of Physical Therapy

    Neena Koslowski

    Apple Valley, MN

    Bryan Chavez

    Richfield, MN
    Accounting and Finance

    Jason Chavez

    Minneapolis, MN
    Psychology, Organizational Behavior, and Social Work

  • Takudzwa Munjanja

    Gweru, Zimbabwe
    Health Information Management, CIS minor

    Malvern Madondo

    Harare, Zimbabwe
    Mathematics & Computer Science

    Laura Salazar

    Bogotá, Colombia
    Marketing and Business Management

    Conrado Eiroa Solans

    Madrid, Spain
    Psychology Major, Biology minor

  • Daniela Moreno Gomez

    San Salvador, El Salvador
    Computer Information Systems and Finance

    Jin Baek

    Aurora, CO
    Biology and Chemistry (Pre-Med)

    Laila Zemar

    Casablanca, Morocco
    Biochemistry, Biology and Pre-med

    Shivani Singh

    Mumbai, India
    Management & Marketing

  • Kathryn McCarrick

    Saint Paul, MN
    Elementary Education

My New Friend Michael Brown

I met my new friend, Michael Brown, in Brighton, UK. He owns a small vintage-retro clothing store on Church Street. If I might say so myself, it is the cutest thing around. The name is Ivy’s, and it has been open for over a century. I walked up to the door and saw an array of clothing and things standing alone outside the door. I’m a sucker for vintage shops, so I decided I had to check it out. As soon as I showed interest in the store, a little old man came to the front and invited me in to have a look around. I saw piles of old shoes, cameras, bits, and bobs. I saw racks of vintage coats and jackets. I saw old photographs, low-light, and a bit of mess. And, I felt the chilly air blowing in from the outside.

At first, I did my own thing, pursuing and eventually finding the jackets. My mother and sister followed close behind. I laid eyes on a jean jacket and immediately knew I wanted it, but that was not enough to buy it. Slowly, that jean jacket became a story. One that I will remember for ages. I simply knew it. The little old man shared with us that he had been in the service as a young man and took this shop over from his parents at the young age of eighteen. At eighteen, he became the store clerk and owner and never left it behind. For years, he lived upstairs while minding the store below. Moved by the odd and intricate collection of things, I asked him if I could take a photograph of his store. Something to remember my experience and to remember the place I acquired my new snazzy jean jacket. He was thrilled I asked.

After snapping a few shots, he suggested I might photograph him while he held the framed photograph of his four daughters. I was entirely keen. He was the sweetest gentlemen I have met in ages, and I had to say yes. I wanted to say yes. I asked Michael to stand in the doorway, while I crossed the street. I promised him I was not too far away. And so he stood proud. I was overwhelmed by the love, care, and confidence Michael Brown carried around with him. I had just met this gentlemen, but I felt like I knew him for ages.

After our little photo shoot, my mother suggested I take a photo with Michael, and, so, I did. I told him I had to give him a hug. I did and thanked him again for the jean jacket. He told us all that we had to hear his story about the time he met the Queen before we left. And, of course, there was no way were going to miss a story like that. We heard him out and were on our way. This experience may seem small or normal to another, but, to me, it was heart warming. I will never forget Michael Brown and the important, little life he lives, bringing joy to anyone who crosses his path.


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