Coming back from my semester in Russia, I have had a lot of time to reflect on some of the best parts of Kenyon — the parts that make this Hill a real community. Although there are hundreds, I wanted to narrow down my list to a few that really stick out to me and make Kenyon the place that it is.
It can be easy to look at beautiful websites and students beaming in college brochures’ glossy photographs and expect that that flawless, cheery person will always be you. It won’t. This isn’t because there’s something wrong with Kenyon. It’s because no matter how much you connect with an environment, you can’t escape the reality: Life brings both highs and lows.
When I received my first graded English paper here, I scrolled quickly through the pages and saw comments everywhere. Initially, this led to dismay. Now, it leads to delight.
One of the easiest (and hardest) things I’ve done here at Kenyon was declaring my major. Well, majors is more like it.
The holiday season means traveling, especially for the many Kenyon students who live far from Ohio. Now that I’ve reached the point where my phone automatically connects to the Columbus airport Wi-Fi, I thought I’d share one of my favorite travel stories.