I remember vividly my first time ever at Santa Clara University. It was the summer before my senior year of high school and I was a seventeen-year-old girl who had no semblance of how she wanted to spend the rest of her life. I looked into Santa Clara after a friend of my mother’s suggested I check out the school because its rampant school spirit reminded her of my own vivacity for life. I went with my older sister to visit on a hot July day. We had driven up from Los Angeles the day before. We were fresh off an emotional high from going to a concert of our favorite artists and a trip to Disneyland in the week prior. Maybe it was the amazing time I’d been having in the days leading up to my visit, but as soon as I stepped foot onto the campus, I was transformed.
Santa Clara University is an exquisitely beautiful school. Its Spanish mission-style buildings lend themselves to an essence of cultured sophistication. Massive palm trees line every walkway and the infamous Santa Clara squirrels dance through the shrubbery, their tails rustling leaves as they scuttle from place to place. The first thing you see as you drive down the Alameda towards Market Street is a massive bronco statue, which pays homage to our beloved school mascot, Bucky the Bronco. We’re a school that doesn’t shy away from its incredible legacy of greatness in academics and athletics, all while upholding those Jesuit values upon which we are founded.
But perhaps the best of all, even better than seeing Father Engh in person, is the student population of Santa Clara University. This school wouldn’t be what it is without the thousands of students who work tirelessly to instill that academic pride we have here at Santa Clara, all while balancing jobs, internships, extra-curricular activities, and more. Of course, we know how to have fun, too. We have basically come to define the slogan, “Work hard, play hard.” Being a Santa Clara student is one of the most wonderful blessings a person could hope to have thrust upon them. You train under renowned professors and have access to opportunities that seem unfathomable, (unless you’re a part of this well-oiled machine nestled in the heart of Silicon Valley.) These are twenty signs you go to Santa Clara:
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