Kenyon is home to a diverse population of cats, many of whom I consider to be good friends of mine. Moxie and I have been very close ever since I rescued her from a tree one snowy night last February. Talulah and I clicked instantly, because real recognizes real. Bam Bam has seen me cry more times than my own father. But however much I try, there are some cats I just haven’t gotten through to.
This brings me to those assholes in the alley behind the bookstore. Continue reading
Cats are a central part of life here at Kenyon. Sometimes it seems like there are hundreds of little yellow or green eyes watching you on your late-night market runs. Other times, they’re nowhere to be found (especially when it’s raining). Some of them are friendly. Some are skittish, some are demons, and some are a mixed bag. Whatever their personalities may be, I think it’s safe to say that this is campus is their home, too. So, we should strive to treat them with kindness and give them the space they deserve! Here’s a guide to the most famous cats on campus (and whether or not they’re approachable). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I’m not an art major; my cat doodles are shitty. Sorry about that.
By the way, First Years, Kenyon is in Knox County. (From left to right: Mike Durham, Meredith Harper Bonham ’92, Sean Decatur, Hoi Ning Ngai and Bam Bam the Cat.)
Confused by the vast number of faculty members sending you email after email about open class seats and music lessons? Upset by the sheer volume of smiling adult faces you’ve attempted to impress over the past 72 hours? Feeling lost due to an overwhelming sense of displacement, but unable to reach out for guidance because you simply don’t know who to trust?
Me too, friend. These feelings don’t go away with time.
BUT! If you’re looking for the low-down on Kenyon’s key players, I’ve got you covered. Sit back, relax and immerse yourself in a calming pool of sweet, sweet information. You’ll thank me when you’re older. Continue reading
This post is the second in a series of many where seniors recall all the things that have changed over the course of our time here at Kenyon.
Found in the Kenyon Archives, dated around 2012. JK it was on my phone.
Look, I know I’ve stretched this feral cat bit as far as you’d think it could go. There are days when even I wake up unsure if I really have it in me anymore to spew unfiltered feline enthusiasm to those who expect it of me. But, as a senior staring graduation in its cold, hard face, I’ve found myself looking back as a way of distracting myself. And oh boy, did I realize something startling: Where in the ever-living hell did the feral cats go?
Tough break, Cardinal Angelo Bagnasco.
Send up the white smoke, because the people have spoken and it looks like once again, the almighty Peirce Panini Press is Kenyon’s leader of choice.Between taking over the Kenyon presidency and ascending Pope Benedict XVI’s heavenly throne, the Panini Press is going to have a pretty hectic business year: make sure to get your fill of pressed English muffins now, before His Holy Panininess is dispatched to the Vatican. Continue reading
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