Toto, I Have a Feeling We're Not in Gambier Anymore
I’m sitting in a Starbucks surrounded by people I have never seen before, which I guess is pretty par for the course in the real world but pretty easy to forget when you go to Kenyon.
I’m sitting in a Starbucks surrounded by people I have never seen before, which I guess is pretty par for the course in the real world but pretty easy to forget when you go to Kenyon.
I realize this is the second picture I've posted featuring a baby animal, but seriously, look what you can do if you join Archons!
My first and final post as a Kenyon alum (!)
While growing up in Nigeria, I never cared much about my hair. It was always an object to which something must be done. Looking back now, I can’t believe how oblivious I was to the ways in which my hair contributes to my awareness and understanding of myself. And, all this would not have happened if I hadn’t chosen to come to Kenyon.
Before Kenyon, I never had to worry about what to do with my hair. In Nigeria, you just have to walk to anyone living on any street and ask where the hair-dressers are. And, with the hair-dressers keeping stock of hairstyles and fashion trends, one’s hair becomes something that someone else can attend to. So, it is no surprise to see young girls and old women alike wearing their hair in so many different styles back home. Such was not the case I observed here.
I think one of the things I was most excited about for college was my room, which in hindsight reveals that I didn't exactly grasp what college was supposed to be, but I digress. I wanted to both create my own space but at the same time create an exact replica of my room at home. I brought everything. E v e r y t h i n g. And I used maybe a third of it. The only time I touched the rest of it was moving it into my room and then moving it back out at the end of the year. I thought I'd have it down by the time I was a sophomore, but even this year I found a few rather bulky things gathering dust. In order to relieve you of the burden of cramming all your earthly possessions into one car, forcing you to be cheek-to-cheek with your sister for an eight-hour ride, I've made a short video detailing some of the more common and useless things I've seen sneaking their way into people's rooms.