Class of 2020 Celebration
We hope the stories, photos, and videos on this page provide a small glimpse into the vibrant and unique character of our 2020 graduates.
St. John’s College has persevered through challenging times and weathered plenty of storms in its mission to provide students with a singular liberal arts education. But we’ve never experienced a semester like this. Our Program is based on dialogue, face-to-face discussion, and close community. When the coronavirus pandemic forced the college to transition to remote learning, it disrupted our way of life in dramatic fashion.
No one felt that disruption more acutely than our graduating class. For four years, the Class of 2020 Johnnies—both undergraduate and Graduate Institute students—have contributed immeasurable life to our college’s culture and history with their curiosity, their energy, their compassion, their determination, their love for one another, and their passion for Great Books. The fact that they’ve been denied many of the in-person celebrations they’ve waited four years to experience, from commencement to senior prank, is undeniably painful; that they’ve handled the loss of these moments with such grace and poise is a testament to their collective character.
In an attempt to give our graduates the spotlight they deserve, we’ve created this webpage: a celebration of the Class of 2020. While we know it cannot make up for the lack of in-person honors, it’s our way of adapting to what is, for now, a largely virtual world, and showcasing the students who have helped define this thriving community of learning since they arrived on campus.
Tutors & staff congratulate the Class of 2020
In lieu of an in-person gathering, St. John’s Annapolis faculty and staff members created short videos to pass on congratulations, advice, and best wishes to the Class of 2020.
Class of 2020 Freshman Chorus sings Sicut Cervus
Four years ago, the undergraduate Class of 2020 gathered as a Freshman Chorus to sing Palestrina’s Sicut Cervus—filmed by Yixing Li (A20).
Senior Memories | Jared Bassmann (A20)
Senior Essay Showcase
The senior essay is the signature effort of a student’s career at St. John’s College; an opportunity to pursue a fundamental question in dialogue with a great author. We spoke with an assortment of Annapolis graduates who volunteered to discuss their work; click through to read about everything from Don Quixote to Plato’s Republic.
Charles Vernon Moran Prize 2020
In an effort to recognize and honor our Class of 2020 artists, seniors were invited to submit artwork for consideration of the Charles Vernon Moran Prize.
This prize was established in 1990 by Frank Katz in memory of Mr. Charles Vernon Moran. Moran was a portrait artist from Baltimore who was a graduate of the Maryland Institute of Art, and a friend of St. John’s College.
The prize, now in its 30th year, is judged by members of the Mitchell Gallery Faculty Advisory Committee. It is awarded to the member of the senior class whose work in the “St. John’s College Community Art Exhibition” demonstrates a mastery of technique and original thought.
Class of 2020 in Review
Class of 2020 Senior Year in Review
This collection aims to capture the character of our graduating students, but it is by no means a comprehensive representation of the Class of 2020. We encourage all graduating Johnnies to share photos, videos, and memories with one another.
Poem By Louis Petrich, Tutor
How It Goes
(To the Class of 2020)
When first this fall unfurled old fate
to fight back up, with love in wait,
my course of travels versed to heel,
as dog and dervish tranced, so wheeled
I thirsty lips and fountained hairs--
their center spread…sky disappeared…
but let me not speak out of mind,
for they would modesty confine
us to, and efforts to be kind;
good hushing twosome, yet we’ll try.
We bulge from teeming information--
it muscles darkness now in fashion,
and falters spring of mem’ries free--
this peel of never, this caffeine
of cares distilling morning’s suit
of wild inspected fittest fruit
to outfit nature--postponed hits--
those words we meant for none to knit
but you into your spacious souls;
untimely ripped for doctored roles,
disbanded Adams, Eves dispatched--
gone--save a face that nips them, lapsed
in vacuumed webs: we must—to task.
Remember would that friendship can:
you handed us your plate to stir,
distinct and clear we knew you were
our harbingers of what lies left,
when house lights fade to black, bereft
but staged for life, you fed our want
of sun to break the chains and burn:
old freckles—come! chaste moon--return!
Like this, to tan well, always went;
like this, up late, to keep bent true
to words in proof, and earn them meant
for great, none better knows than you.