Discovering Club Sports at Kenyon
As soon as the ball came to my feet, all the nerves and preoccupations went away. At long last, I was reunited with my old friend, the ball, and all was well.
As soon as the ball came to my feet, all the nerves and preoccupations went away. At long last, I was reunited with my old friend, the ball, and all was well.
Something was radically different between this homecoming and the trip last November: I was thankful for so much at Kenyon, too.
Though much of my first year-and-a-half at Kenyon has been a blur of new faces, classes, and activities, one thing has remained the same: WKCO. There is something indescribable about sitting in the old, dusty basement of Farr Hall and just losing yourself in the music.