The Past, The Present, and the Future: What I have Learned at Kenyon
Figuring out the most important thing I've learned at Kenyon is difficult. For me, that thing has little to do with the classroom...
Figuring out the most important thing I've learned at Kenyon is difficult. For me, that thing has little to do with the classroom...
For almost four years I've been searching for the best cup of coffee in Knox County. Finally, after almost giving up entirely, I discovered Sips.
Thank you Coach Gomez!
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I was never too afraid of the dark, but living on one of the most haunted campuses in the country has given me a new respect for things that go bump in the night. So when the power cut out Friday evening, plunging my Old Kenyon single into black silence, I fumbled for my headlamp and headed to my friends' apartment as quickly as I could without actually running.
I have often taken to the roads the last few years, attempting to lose myself in the winding and intriguing paths through Knox Country. While the purpose for my wasteful use of gasoline may be to clear my mind from certain stresses, it has led me to see the beauty of this sometimes unappreciated land. But these forages into the "real world" are but temporary respites from the sometimes seemingly stagnant college lifestyle.
And yet, when I think about it, perhaps there is not as much stagnancy as I imagine...
The population of Kenyon College is smaller than my high school, and my high school was not enormous. One assumes that everyone knows everyone else here, and while it's certainly true that reputations are large and faces are usually familiar, for some reason, I don't seem to know ANYONE around me this semester. Who are these people?? Where are my friends??