On Orientation: Occasionally Overwhelming
The morning I moved to Kenyon as a first-year student, I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach as I woke up in the hotel room my parents and I were sharing.
The morning I moved to Kenyon as a first-year student, I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach as I woke up in the hotel room my parents and I were sharing.
It’s hard for me to believe that three years ago I was getting ready to leave my hometown of Atlanta and head on up to the Hill for an incredible adventure. As members of the Class of 2020 prepare for their Kenyon debut, I thought I would offer some advice for navigating Orientation.