Whenever I’m having a bad day, I know that when I show up to work, Cooper will be waiting there with a slobbery kiss for me.
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In high school, I loved going to concerts alone at the small venues around St. Louis. It didn’t seem like I would be going to shows by myself anymore if I decided to come to Kenyon.
There is something uniquely independent in being able to go check for your own, personal mail at an old-timey Post Office, and I love it.
We are all so caught up in the highs and lows of freshman year that we don’t have the time to stare at ourselves in the mirror and define ourselves with our own eyes. We forget who we are and what we are presenting to others in this new environment.
The day has been long, and even though I am tired, a smile crosses my face. This is home, even for a short time.