Mia Scirocco • Class of 1991
This picture (above) is truly a reflection of the strong friendships I made while attending The College of Saint Rose. We are all still close friends to this day. I am forever grateful that I was given the opportunity to attend Saint Rose and meet some of the greatest people I consider to be my extended family.
Wendy Hassett • Class of 1992
This picture is from the booze cruise, a Saint Rose tradition at the time. We all had a blast. I remember a lot of bad karaoke. I loved my time at Saint Rose—this past year, all my college friends met up and walked through campus, sharing memories and saying goodbye to good old Saint Rose.
Liz Gentile • Class of 1992
During my years at The College of Saint Rose, one of the most unforgettable experiences was our 1991 spring break trip to Myrtle Beach. We crammed six girls into one car, tying all our luggage to the roof. As we headed home early due to an approaching hurricane, some intoxicated high school boys helped us secure our bags. Halfway up I-95, the luggage started falling off. We had to squeeze everything inside the car with all six of us for a cramped 14-hour drive home, turning our road trip into a chaotic adventure we’ll never forget.
Siobhan Sheehan Rosencranse • Class of 1998
“I grew up at Saint Rose, since my parents were professors. My dad, J. Robert Sheehan (seated in the photo above), built the music department there and chaired it for 16 years. I remember sitting and playing under his coworker’s desk while Dad was conducting Masterworks, and listening to another read me stories while he was teaching classes. Years later, I followed in my sister’s footsteps and actually went to Saint Rose. Some of my best memories were made there.”
Steve Teabout • Class of 1998
Being an art major, 75 percent of my classes were on State Street (off Lark Street), which was a mile and a half from campus. One day, my classmate/roommate (Danny Martinez –rest in peace ♥ pictured with glasses) and I missed the shuttle bus to get to our portfolio reviews, so we had to run down Western Avenue in the middle of November with our 3’x4’ portfolio cases in order to make it to class on time. I recently looked up the route on Google Maps, and it’s a 32-minute walk.
Vanessa Volpe-Rivera • Class of 2005
My favorite memory from Saint Rose was when my volleyball team made the postseason for the first time as a program. We thought of a fun way to celebrate: We decided to surprise our coaches with the first ever “Wacky Wednesday.” The entire team dressed up in the most ridiculous outfits and practiced that night. We laughed so hard the entire night because half the team stayed in their outfits. It became a tradition in the program and still makes me smile to this day.
Brittany DuQuette • Class of 2014
One of the things I enjoyed most during my time at Saint Rose was Rose Rock. Each spring, everyone would come together on the quad to listen to music for the day and just hang out. No matter how stressed we were, how much homework we had or how much we needed to study for finals, we all put everything aside to just be with each other and enjoy the music.
Katie Visco • Class of 2017
Anthony and I met at Saint Rose in the transfer dorms. We spent lots of time in the common room making dinners with our friends, playing games and studying. Anthony used to come watch me play volleyball. He and some friends painted their chests with my number to cheer me on at my senior night game. We started making memories as transfers at Saint Rose and now we are happily married with a precious baby boy.
Taylor Cianciotto Mastrantonio • Class of 2017
My best friends and I roomed together in Centennial Hall at Saint Rose. Centennial gave us the feeling of the real world, but was still a ridiculously fun dorm. My favorite memories are from Halloween every year when we’d all go to TP the tree. Second to this are the pranks we pulled on one of our roommates, including the time we covered her whole room in tin foil. I’ll never forget the inappropriate messages written in the snow behind the building, the music fight we had out our window with someone on the other side of the building, or the childhood photo of one of the residents that appeared in random spots across the building.
Maddy Halverson • Class of 2018
Back when Olde English Pub, Bombers Burrito Bar and Wolff’s Biergarten were owned by the same people, we would do three stops on everyone’s birthday to get a huge teacup of hard tea, a giant margarita and a boot of beer. If you did all three, you’d get a T-shirt.
Chris Lovell • Class of 2019
One time I dressed up as my philosophy professor, the late Dr. Ledbetter, for Halloween. A few days before Halloween and without any explanation, I asked him where I could find a bowtie similar to the one he wore. Instead of telling me where to buy one, he took one off his desk and said I could have it. On Halloween, I put on my sport coat and bowtie, found a coffee mug just like his, and tailed him into the classroom without him noticing. Before he could get to it, I uttered his signature line, “Mornin’, scholars.” He turned around and said, “The class is yours, professor.”
Elle Petrucco • Class of 2023
My favorite memory is definitely the service trip I went on to Washington, DC in the spring of 2023. We were able to do a lot of really impactful work for those that are most in need down there, from handing out food to the homeless to speaking with representatives of the senators about the things we thought were most important for people most in need in our communities. We also made a lot of friends on the way, and spent some time touring the city as well. I made memories that I won’t forget any time soon.
