I know, I know. We’re all burned out. We rarely can find the strength (or time) to dig our vitamin-D-deficient selves out of our mountains of homework, our eyelids glued shut, struggling against the sunlight. But hey, the night is darkest just before the dawn–and I promise you, the dawn is coming. Or well, break is coming. After that flight, seeing your family, sleeping in your own bed for the first night and wreaking havoc with friends from home, and maybe even during your inevitable food coma, I promise you: a little, itty-bitty tiny thing inside of you will miss Kenyon. Here are five things I know I’ll be missing:
1. The Sriracha-shaming. Actually, this could probably transition rather smoothly to the Thanksgiving table: did you…did you just carry the entire bowl of cranberry sauce to your seat? *snaps mugshot, adds censor bar, writes angsty post on personal Tumblr*
2. Peirce: breakfast at 10, followed by lunch at 11. Don’t act like you don’t do it.
3. The warm nest that is the Kenyon Bookstore. The other day, I staked out a table and spent five hours straight making a collage of pieces of poetry, pictures, and flowers. It felt like I had just had a really big, good cry in a really safe, warm nest.
4. Having your trip from “home” to “party” only be a walk from North to South (or less). Back home, planning out the transportation (especially when carpooling was involved) was always such a headache. So I have to take you home by 6:30, and you home by 8:00, and you home by 9:00? Alright, well, if we’re all on time, and we leave halfway through the movie, we could do dinner at 3:00?
5. Coming back home and realizing you’ve brought like half of Middle Path with you. Seriously, though. Most days, I don’t even remember what my carpet looks like because it’s absolutely covered in gravel and leaves.