Your First Year Will Not be Sunshine and Bubbles
As you’ll often find here, there is simply no escaping the people who care about you. Someone stopped me, looked at me with simple concern, and stated quite frankly: “You look sad.”
Me & My Bike: A Love Story
I couldn’t discount the machine that had brought me to that square in the first place. I glanced down and watched as the evening sun glinted off the bike’s frame so perfectly, and suddenly, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this a date?”
From Gambier to D.C.: Learning on Another Hill
How did I find myself in such strange circumstances? How did I find myself in the U.S. Capitol, looking down from the gallery at the floor of the Senate Chamber, or listening to Kenyon professors and alumni discuss the media’s involvement in this year’s presidential election?
On Benches and Taking Breaks
Take a seat and take a breath. It does wonders.
The Nostalgia of Fur: On Homesickness at Kenyon
Part of the Kenyon experience is realizing that the strangers you meet during that first semester are, as cliché as it may sound, a second family.