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 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.
One of my fears about coming to Kenyon was that I would feel "imprisoned" on this hill for months at a time until I could reach civilization again. While I weirdly came to love the community that you build by isolating yourself in Wiggin Street Coffee or roaming the bookstore, getting off campus is just as common. While I've been to many-a-concert at The Horn on campus, this was my first time jetting off to Columbus to see a big name.