To the very west of campus lies a building nestled and hidden behind trees and houses alike. It’s dark red exterior with white The House itself holds a lot of Sociology professor’s offices, while the classroom is where most of the learning happens. And although it’s nice, it is far. Like, you have to plan your whole day around making a trip to Ralston.
Before President D-Cat was selected for the Kenyon presidency by Board of Directors for winning a game of Jenga (I’m assuming that’s how all high ranking college offices are awarded right?), there was another leader of our school. She now spends most of her days expanding her nationwide tunnel system and advocating for lowering the drinking age, but before that S. Georgia Nugent was president of Kenyon for a full decade. Though just a hazy memory to some, and just downright unknown to many, she is referred to by Kenyon students as the Nuge.
Let’s be honest – we’ve all done it. Underneath the flawless facade that Kenyon cultivates and keeps, we’re all little rule breakers. The crosswalk is only a short distance away, but it’s just so much easier to cross here, right in the middle of the road. It’s technically illegal, but in a little place like Gambier, it doesn’t really matter. People jaywalk in even busier places like New York City or Los Angeles, so cutting a corner on Gaskin Avenue every once isn’t really that bad.