The population of Kenyon College is smaller than my high school, and my high school was not enormous. One assumes that everyone knows everyone else here, and while it's certainly true that reputations are large and faces are usually familiar, for some reason, I don't seem to know ANYONE around me this semester. Who are these people?? Where are my friends??
The panic is familiar, as is my standard duck-and-cover response, when adults start asking me questions like: So, what are you going to be doing next year? It strongly reminds me of being a high school senior and trying to figure out the college thing. And as much as I sympathize with what you, dear prospective student, are going through, this is much, much worse.
Like meeting an ex for a coffee and catch-up, I felt some nervous flutters as I headed into the Chamber Singers winter concert this year, not as a singer, but as an audience member. Would I see them differently now that I've had some distance? Would I find regrets, or validation?
Here are three things I learned when I became an audience member at a school where everyone performs.
(If "everything you love" is your favorite pair of shoes and unscabby knees.)
"Class sizes at Kenyon: 20.
21, if you count the Anthropology pug."
