In the two years I’ve endured at Kenyon, my fight or flight response has helped me navigate campus and kept me alive. Nothing triggers this instinct more than running into certain Kenyon majors. You know who I’m talking about—that one person who just looks like the poster child for their respective major. Their entire identity revolves around their major. I’m not saying that every person who decides to pursue these academic endeavors is inherently frightening, but there’s a reason these majors are featured on this list.
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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.
The Kenyon Thrill 