Or: How to Stay Social When There's a Wind-Chill Warning in Your Village
Posted in January 2013
“Busola, I pray that you will be dropped in a bowl of honey from which no one can ever rescue you.”– A literal translation of an Arabic blessing of perpetual happiness, courtesy of my friend Qossay Alsattari.
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??
The first week of this semester felt a bit like being beaten into submission in a pillow fight.