This post was guest written by Sean Seu ’19.
There have been several times throughout the years when I have considered dropping out of Kenyon College. For instance, the time my freshman-year roommate caught me in nothing but my underwear performing dance-aerobics to Madonna’s iconic anthology Immaculate Collection. Or my sophomore year, when I peed on my leg in the third-floor Olin double-stall bathroom and had to walk through the deafening silence of the periodicals. Or, even worse, when Erica Christie ’19 broke my car key as she thirstily tried to uncork a bottle of Merlot. But never have I been so close to dropping out of this god-forsaken hole of freudian misery than the first week of Spring Semester 2018. An ominous shadow had cast itself upon New Apartment F6. The Era of the Rat was upon us. Continue reading