There is no way to sugarcoat this: I feel old. The wistful days of my first year at Kenyon College are far behind me. There are many things that have changed over my past three years at Kenyon: my friends (not really), my place of residence (Norton, Caples, NCA — also not really), my general outlook on life. Not to mention all of the aspects of my appearance (excluding my hair) that have changed. I still stay up until 2:00 in the morning, but I have no tolerance for people being old outside my window. I guess there is no escaping it and it’s just part of the greater circle of life.
- Coats — (i.e. always wearing one). A friend of mine was sporting a longer rain jacket the other day. I noticed it’s length and thought, how functional! My tastes have become very specific: Is it comfortable? and Will I be warm? I’m not saying that fashion is no longer important to me now that I am no longer fresh to the hill. I just no longer follow the “logic” of it’s fine, I’ll just drink myself a coat. No, no you won’t, because that is impossible. Continue reading