Class of 2015
Major — English, Creative Writing
Hometown — Lincoln University, PA
Lover of knitting, cats, and hot baths, I spent most of my childhood pretending to be British and watching and reading Harry Potter at the same time to see if I could finish reading first. Now I'm cool.
I'm hesitant to call myself a runner. I only started a few summers ago, and it's something that I would do really intensely for a few months, and then for a few kind of forget about. This school year, however, I've found myself on a pretty steady schedule. I go to the KAC every other day, whether it's for a class or to use the weight room, and it helps me unwind and feel productive. But I never planned on doing anything more serious with it until I got an email about Happy Feet, a new half-marathon training club.
I've written about the Kenyon Reviewbefore, and since coming back to campus as their publicity intern, I've felt more connected to the KR family than ever before. Our annual holiday party was this week, and we all gathered at the home of Liz Forman '73 for cookie decorating and snowflake making and bookish presents. I made a short and sweet lil' video to hopefully get you in the (literary) spirit!
I didn't realize it was my final Peircegiving until I was halfway through my vegan stuffing. I looked at my plate, the food piled taller that the plate was wide, and realized that this tradition was something I took for granted for so long.
After Noah's post about singing with the Kokosingers, I realized I've neglected to write about my own a cappella group on this blog. It's not so much The Beatles. Maybe if they wore a lot of flannel and kept forgetting their lyrics. In terms of groups on campus, The Stairwells are pretty one of a kind.
If you give a Kenyon Kid a midterm, they're going to hole up in Wiggle Ground. If they hole up in Wiggle Ground, they'll neglect their other activities. If they neglect their other activities, they'll have a breakdown about their whole self-worth as a human and question the success of their life thus far. If they have a breakdown about their whole self-worth as a human and question the success of their life thus far, they're gonna want some ice cream.