Look around you. The world is two big bowls pressed together with a cranberry vinaigrette salad in the middle. Your head is a bowl for the squishy computer we call the brain. Your hands are just flexi-bowls. Eyes? Bowls. Your heart is a bowl for the slippery blood which breaths emotion and heartburn into you. Bowls, even, are fashion (see below).
Fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd:fwd: HEALTH BENEFITS OF REB WINE
H,AHA !! JANICE FOUND THIS MIME (IS THAT HOW THE KID S CALL IT?) ON THE FACEBOOK .. ENJOY
(this is a custom meme made my me, I’m sorry)
As I look back on my time at Kenyon, I realize one thing has really defined my experience more than any other. Sure, the friends I’ve made are wonderful, and sure, all the things I’ve learned I’ll carry with me for a lifetime. But the one thing I think I’ll remember more than anything else is never really talked about. It passes uncommented upon here at Kenyon, and I would guess it does at other institutions of higher learning as well, but it really has been integral to my four years here on the hill. Every once in a while you’ll hear a comment, or see a poster, or smell a smell, that reminds you of it, but its such a part of your daily life that it simply goes unnoticed most times. Well, I’m giving it its due, because it really is the unsung hero of college for me. It’s the Friday Ketchup.
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The first time was an accident. I was at a chemistry review session the second week of sophomore year, and I didn’t even know I had been cut until I looked down and saw the blood on my arm. I waited for the pain, but the thing about this cut was that it didn’t hurt… it actually felt good. I had recently been diagnosed with depression, and I felt as though I were walking around with a ten pound weight on my chest, unable to speak, on the verge of crying at every moment. At that review session, looking at the blood, I realized that the weight had shifted just a little, and I took an easier breath than I had for the past month.
Welcome to our newest feature, Four-Minute Lectures. All semester, we will be bringing in professors you know and love to deliver Four-Minute micro-lectures for the betterment of our minds. They will encompass a wide variety of topics and departments.
This week, we bring you Professor Royal Rhodes of the religious studies department. His lecture is entitled “Borderlands in Religious Piety.”