First Thoughts

Who am I? I thought I didn't have figure myself out for another year...
Who am I? I thought I didn't have figure myself out for another year...
We crossed into Canada a little before midnight under torrential rains and the stony gaze of the Customs official. Our car was carrying three Kenyon students, a Scrabble board, and a collection of alcohol, which we had to quickly convert to rough metric measurements. We were headed for Toronto, in the exact opposite direction of where more reasonable college seniors on their last spring break should be driving, but I had someone special to visit up north.
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??