From the farm bill to the royal baby: my reporting internship at The Hill Newspaper
Throw shyness to the wind, ask questions and make every job what you want it to be.
Throw shyness to the wind, ask questions and make every job what you want it to be.
Are you pursuing what you wanted to be in 8th grade? I'm certainly not.
I was probably saying something about the chicken when this picture was taken.
A perk of belonging to one of the weirdest departments on campus is this annual picnic where the Anthro department sacrifices a locally-sourced lamb and quite a bit of chocolate pie in the name of spring, finals week, and the end of another year of hard work. Anthropology students show up to help turn the spit, make dessert, and keep Alf the Pug from getting into trouble.
So now Kenyon, with an open heart and an empty stomach, I say unto you in the words of my uncle: 'Allez cuisine!'