I know, I know, I’ve been MIA for the past couple of months. Life got really crazy over the summer and I just didn’t have any time to blog. However, now that I’m settled in – I hope – to my new triple room in Hanna hall, to the Library and to the Science Quad (I LIVE in these three places, in no particular order), I figured that now is as good a time as any to update you on the “summer that was too short to accomplish anything.”
A word of advice from a Kenyon Alum returning to campus for her 5th reunion: "Cherish your time at Kenyon because you'll never realize how much you love it until you leave."
Words of Wisdom from a Kenyon Alum returning for his 20th reunion: "Kenyon has Wireless?? That's amazing!"
One of my all-time favorite jobs on campus is helping out with the Reunion Weekend for Kenyon Alums. Last year, I was the class liaison for the all-male class of 1967, and, this past weekend, I was the class liaison for the Kenyon class of 1978.
I had a few special things I wanted to do before leaving campus. With the ink still drying on my diploma and with a shiny black "2013" tassel swinging between my fingers, I had to slip away from all the graduation hubbub and be with just myself. That's the weird thing about graduation day, I realized. I thought it would be about me, but it's actually all about the people who come to see you-- your family, your professors, your friends in the audience. When I finally got a minute alone in the late afternoon, I saw that I had been too busy to let "it" hit me, but inevitably, it did, as it does to us all, on Middle Path.
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.
