It’s hard to ignore how much there is to be thankful for, especially at Kenyon this year.
There is something uniquely independent in being able to go check for your own, personal mail at an old-timey Post Office, and I love it.
My friends teased me for meeting with the Career Development Office so frequently, but to my delight, I was able to have the last laugh when I found an internship.
There’s no place I’d rather run 50 miles per week than the rural roads and trails surrounding Kenyon.
My younger brother has just sent out his college applications. How do I prepare him for what’s to come? While I know he wants to attend a big school, I still think he can use three of the greatest lessons I’ve learned from my liberal arts education at Kenyon.