To be fair, I was ~abroad~ all of last year so I missed the full christening of the modular units. I was on my high horse for two semesters when everyone was complaining, thinking that I was somehow above the collective Kenyon criticism of lack of study spaces on campus, no library, etc. All the usual critiques when we have nothing real to complain about. For the first several weeks of school I happily avoided them. I endured hearing Wiggins replay Echosmith every afternoon just to see how long I could hold out before entering those sexy temporary structures.

Finally, I did it.

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