Every student has a story here at Kenyon college, but what about the forgotten heroes? Our Subarus know us better than ourselves. They’ve been systemically silenced in this human-centric world for too long. Today we break the mold and ask them their stories. This is Subarus of the Hill.
“I think from a really young age I’ve always been afraid of failure. I grew up watching the older kids do crazy tricks and flips, but my parents always guilted me into the safe route. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve learned a lot from where I’ve come from, but sometimes I wish I had taken those risks. Who knew what I would become if I did? Those questions haunt me at night. Right now, I’m going through the process of realizing that it’s not too late to push myself. It’s a work in progress.”
“I dated him for almost 5 years. That’s like, longer than high school. We became each other’s halves to a whole. We did everything together–farmer’s markets, abandoned houses, going to a dog park even though we don’t have a dog. We did everything. Then one day, he woke up, rolled over, and said ‘I don’t love you anymore.’ I was so blindsided– I couldn’t speak for weeks. I ended up moving to the mountains for a couple of months to figure myself out. I quickly realized that I didn’t know how to feed myself without a Trader Joes less than 2 miles away so I moved back with my parents instead. It’s been really hard. Through all of this I’ve learned that I only have myself. Some days are easy, some days are hard–but at the end of the day I only have myself.”
“I can point back to one specific moment in my life that made me realize what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. It was 7th grade Social Studies and we were learning about American History. We had just started learning about Andrew Jackson. Mr. Hall, my teacher, was trying to find a way to explain President Jackson to us. He just shook his head and turned to the board. In big letters, he wrote ‘ASSHOLE’ right on the board. He pivoted around, looked us all dead in the eye at the same time and said ‘Andrew Jackson was an asshole; don’t be an asshole.’ Since then, I promised myself I would never become an asshole. Now I’m not an asshole.”
“The hours for my job are insane. I’m up at 6 am and asleep by 2-3 am on a good day. It’s non-stop hustle–but I love what I do! No one else is going to peel oranges on the side of the road. People need my craft. Not many people buy it, but they definitely slow down and observe. Sure, they speed up immediately after registering what I’m doing, but that’s not what really matters. I’m so lucky to have found what I love. Passion drives humanity. That’s all we can hope for”
“I haven’t been sleeping very well recently. I think it’s because of the nocturnal bat I bought one night when I was high. Man, Amazon Prime is really destructive. Yesterday, I bought a 300 pack of socks. I don’t have 300 feet, I only have two. What am I going to do with all these socks? Do you want some socks? Do you have 148 friends who would also like some socks. Tell them I have plenty”
“Somewhere in the universe there is an exact replica of you just existing without your consent. They walk and talk the same as you. They have that one weird hair that always sticks up like you do. But they don’t know you exist, and you don’t know they exist. Well, now you know they exist, because I just told you. But that’s not the point. I mean it is–I mean, fuck never mind.”