As soon as the ball came to my feet, all the nerves and preoccupations went away. At long last, I was reunited with my old friend, the ball, and all was well.
You won’t find a student at Kenyon who doesn’t look forward to the next semester, even among those who don’t get into every course they had hoped for. Everyone acknowledges that there is no such thing as a boring class at Kenyon.
Living in Ohio has helped me see that in their homes and in their communities, people are not Republicans or Democrats, but instead are Rotary Club members, parents and neighbors.
I’ve been thinking back on what I expected when I applied to Kenyon, and the ways those expectations have been exceeded since I’ve arrived in Gambier.
This being my last holiday season at Kenyon, I wanted to reflect on how I’ve grown during each of those Decembers past and present.