This post was co-authored by Gracie Potter ’17 and Yasmin Nesbat ’18, also known as your goddam Editors-in-Chief.
There are moments at Kenyon that silently, without acknowledgement, constantly happen throughout campus. There are developed habits and learned skills that come situations only Kenyon offers. We’re tired of trying to describe that feeling of being full but also not full at all from Peirce. Why do we all know that sensation when you realize at 10 pm that you still have to park your car in South 2. What about that mixture of sweat and glitter and beer that happens in the basement of Old Kenyon? It’s time to define these handful of what will surely be many more terms.
The Peirce Waltz: You enter the servery at least a couple of times a day and must immediately adjust your pace to that of the room. With time, a one-two step pattern starts to happen, and you begin to get the hang of an artfully choreographed bob-and-weave endeavor.