The Middle Path No-Cellphone Challenge
The no-phone on Middle Path rule still exists. Let's keep it.
The no-phone on Middle Path rule still exists. Let's keep it.
I just ate a Teddy Graham off the floor and I am not ashamed.
Folks,
It has been a long time. I am talking a LOOOONNNGGG time since I have been able to blog. We had finals week, then we had break. There were things happening and I was not writing. I'm back now and you can plan on my being back for the rest of the semester. So this blog is about the old (what happened at my end of 2013 and my very beginning of my 2014) and what I hope to accomplish in my last and yes, final semester. To start us off on the right foot, here is my father wearing a beat Witt hat my brother got him for Christmas (my pops is a Wittenburg University alumni).
Before Morocco, I was pretty Type A. I liked knowing what I would probably be doing next week on any given day, I liked plans, I liked staying inside the lines. I hated being late, I wasn’t a fan of change, and I didn’t go out of my way to try new things. Morocco forced a lot of that rigidity out of me.
I was warned about reverse culture shock at my first ever meeting for the Kenyon-Exeter program, long before I had sent in any applications or packed any bags. I knew this would be true. I get culture shock just going back and forth between Kenyon and my home in Pennsylvania--who knows what two countries is going to do to me.