Every time I see Peirce lawn peppered with people enjoying the sun and each other’s company, a massive jolt of anxiety courses through my veins. The words, “At Kenyon you will” blur my vision, and I stumble into memories of a Common App coma— a coma that I, no doubt, was lost in as a prospective student. So, gird your loins for round two of these innocent, unknowing prospies. Don’t let them catch wind of that pitcher of margaritas you drank all by yourself at Fiesta, the amount of time you spent dartying on Saturday, the amount of time you spent trying to rally after dartying, or the amount of work you have yet to do. Don’t let them hear these candid thoughts.
“Got asked multiple times today if I was a prospie. I’m a rising junior” -anonymous yak
“I’ll still try and pass off my sunburn as a tan”