This summer I did something Halloween themed that was utterly stupid and I need to talk about it.
It’s the one weekend when Kenyon gaslights parents into believing they’re sending their children to an Autumnal Utopia. Kenyon pulls out all the tricks: the Deli is open on Sunday, the Chilitos margs are flowing, and every public forum is jam packed with white kids singing a cappella. But on this small campus, Family Weekend is hard to escape, and there’s one question we have to ask ourselves: where was it said? Family Weekend or in bed?
The Thrill features a member of a student-support organization to bring awareness about the various resources available to the student body on campus. This week, we’re featuring Ella Musher-Eizenman ’19, a Peer Counselor from St. Louis, MO. Stay safe this week, and know that there is always someone you can talk to if you need help.
To be fair, I was ~abroad~ all of last year so I missed the full christening of the modular units. I was on my high horse for two semesters when everyone was complaining, thinking that I was somehow above the collective Kenyon criticism of lack of study spaces on campus, no library, etc. All the usual critiques when we have nothing real to complain about. For the first several weeks of school I happily avoided them. I endured hearing Wiggins replay Echosmith every afternoon just to see how long I could hold out before entering those sexy temporary structures.
Finally, I did it.
Honest to God it’s a Texas tradition to give everyone you know a monogrammed gift when you graduate high school. So when I rolled up to Kenyon for the first time it’s accurate to say that I had never seen a pair of clogs before or been in a room with more than five liberals at a time. Continue reading
It was my first day at the University of Exeter. I had spent two days traveling, and the amount of dry body sweat layered on new sweat on another layer of dry sweat was approaching a dangerous level. As we left the bus in a Kenyon cluster like a strange Midwestern cult, we watched as Sarah Heidt and Sergei waved enthusiastically from the sidewalk with their matching windbreakers and brown sensible shoes.
Kenyon students love nothing more than recalling ambiguous memories about Sendoff. Even if you spent a mere two minutes in the pouring rain watching some dude named Bas you still end up looking back with nostalgia on sitting on South Quad drinking a lukewarm Keystone. Kenyon students are far too familiar with having almost great experiences; however, as no one has yet to cancel on us this year, Sendoff seems promising.