Sometimes baby animals come to campus, like this noodle lamb. Those are the best days.
I had a few special things I wanted to do before leaving campus. With the ink still drying on my diploma and with a shiny black "2013" tassel swinging between my fingers, I had to slip away from all the graduation hubbub and be with just myself. That's the weird thing about graduation day, I realized. I thought it would be about me, but it's actually all about the people who come to see you-- your family, your professors, your friends in the audience. When I finally got a minute alone in the late afternoon, I saw that I had been too busy to let "it" hit me, but inevitably, it did, as it does to us all, on Middle Path.
In some ways, I feel like this post is me introducing myself all over again, not as a figurehead, but a classmate. Another round of admissions has passed and there's a whole batch of future Kenyon students gearing up to make that trek up the hill. Before you do, there are some things you need to know.
I was probably saying something about the chicken when this picture was taken.
A perk of belonging to one of the weirdest departments on campus is this annual picnic where the Anthro department sacrifices a locally-sourced lamb and quite a bit of chocolate pie in the name of spring, finals week, and the end of another year of hard work. Anthropology students show up to help turn the spit, make dessert, and keep Alf the Pug from getting into trouble.