There’s something unique about the Kenyon family: you may not have overlapped during your time on the Hill, but the strong attachment a fellow student or alumnus has to the campus and to each other is a force to be reckoned with, a bond inseparable.
I'm from Athens, Georgia, home to the big, Southern, Division I University of Georgia. I thought I had the college thing down — which is why coming to Kenyon surprised me in all kinds of ways.
We have no clue if the thing we have poured our lives into will be accepted for publication, but right now all we can do is check for typos. The craziest part is that on an author line including many people with doctorates, my name gets to go first.
Around every corner, I found some new delight. I saw Cleveland with Kenyon eyes, and found warmth in an unfamiliar place.