Over the past few months, there had been the occasional cloud looming over my head and making me question how I would ever survive as an adult. But I saw then that if I had managed to resolve my bicycle dilemma, I was going to be just fine.
Have you ever seen the sun’s rays sit patiently behind the fog, waiting to beam down on you?
I couldn’t discount the machine that had brought me to that square in the first place. I glanced down and watched as the evening sun glinted off the bike’s frame so perfectly, and suddenly, I couldn’t help but think, “Is this a date?”
Many of my friends back home in Atlanta always ask: Why do you so often have pictures of yourself dressed up like you walked straight out of seminary? Well, that is because I have the privilege — nay, the honor — of being Kenyon’s Chief Flag Bearer.
The prospect of going to Kenyon was made so much more thrilling knowing that I would get to have a capstone performance to my time on the Hill. It felt surreal when it finally came around this year.