Let me paint you a picture. The time: 11:27 p.m. The place: outside the forested entrance of The Ganter. You offer your hands to the guys working outside; they’re wielding Sharpies (weapon of choice for anyone working the door) with cool calculation. With only a glance at your K-Card and a couple of swipes of a marker, your under-21-ness has been made public for everyone to see and judge.
The Village Inn (AKA, the VI) is a well-regarded town bar that does not require ID to enter. You will most likely try to eat dinner here over family weekend because someone dropped the ball on making KI reservations and now you have to wait 3 hours for a table. You’ll also probably give up and go to Bob Evan’s.
Registration is coming on fast, so it’s about time we all sit back and remind ourselves about the best part of Kenyon: it’s a liberal arts college that allows us to get a rounded education across various disciplines. But it’s also the time when everyone is rudely awakened a not-so-nice aspect of Kenyon: that it makes us get a well-rounded education across various disciplines. Thought you’d be skipping out on math and science in college because now you’re a Big Shot English Major™ who will only ever need math to count out the syllables in your iambic pentameter or estimate the massive amount of royalties you’ll earn on your first book? Think again! To prepare you for the real world, every Kenyon student it required to satisfy diversification requirements, the most difficult of these (at least for the less mathematically inclined arts, humanities, or social science major) being the .5 quantitative reasoning (QR) credit required for all students.
If you think this Klexicon entry is going to be about the Pink House, an off campus house affiliated with the Phi Kaps, you couldn’t be more wrong. No, this entry is rather a RANT to express my RAGE at the RAMPANT DISORGANIZATION and MISLABELING that PLAGUES our campus.
Lentz is like that new kid in the class that seems really cool and clean and well ventilated, except instead it is a building.
Gather ’round, children, and I will tell you about the Great Krud Epidemic of 20-everyyearbeginninginNovember.
Yes, that’s right: every single academic year, the students at Kenyon College would become ill with a disease that was not quite as severe as the flu, not quite as mild as the common cold, and not quite severe enough to excuse anyone from classes: The Krud. Continue reading