Well, it’s Sendoff. And it’s (kind of) raining. If history has taught us anything, it’s that Kenyon students do not take kindly to any changes in the Sendoff plan — however, we can’t blame this one on anyone but the unknowable universe, so let’s just lean into it. Dig out your wellies, your cardigans and your flower crowns, huddle on Ransom for warmth, and pretend you’re at one of those British music festivals where really cool bands play but nobody ever seems to be having thaaat much fun.

(If I know Kenyon, though, and methinks I do, we’ll still find a way to have big, dumb, drunken fun today, even if the weather is suboptimal.)

“Only Happy When It Rains” — Garbage

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