Wiggin Street is a hub and a bustle, softly lit and cozy, home to both the group study session and the classic first date.
Whenever I’m having a bad day, I know that when I show up to work, Cooper will be waiting there with a slobbery kiss for me.
In high school, I loved going to concerts alone at the small venues around St. Louis. It didn’t seem like I would be going to shows by myself anymore if I decided to come to Kenyon.
The seminar is the hallmark of the small liberal arts college, the pinnacle of a Kenyon education. They’ve changed the way I think, the way I argue and the way I listen.
Today I walk on Middle Path, sensing the steps the Venezuelan opposition leader left behind in ’93.