We think, therefore we write.
Kenyon students have a lot to say, so they write — with creativity and care. From the first time they crest our hilltop campus to their last, nostalgic trip down Middle Path, here are their perspectives on living and learning in Gambier, Ohio.
“The sprawling fields and open sky are the ‘almost there’ of Kenyon.”
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Though I’d seen schools I liked, I hadn’t seen a school I loved, and I began to worry the picture-perfect college I'd seen on postcards might not exist.
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As it turns out, the toughest part of the admissions process is not waiting for the decision, but for the first semester to begin.
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Kenyon challenged me to think more specifically. What kind of person do I want to be? What do I want to do with my major, and with my career?
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When I took out my earbuds to take in the sounds of Middle Path, my walks between classes took on new meaning.
“I was en route to the library to do some homework, when I stopped to chat with a friend of mine on Middle Path. A chat turned into a conversation turned into a two-hour-long discussion. I never made it to the library.”
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It seems that whenever I venture into the BFEC, the experience becomes one of my favorite Kenyon memories.
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"Peirce desserts wrap friends around the table, keeping them there long after the plates have been cleared."
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The first year is for discovering yourself, junior year for studying abroad, senior year for theses and traditions. What does that leave for sophomore year?
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In the midst of absorbing every minute possible at Kenyon, I’ve been trying to savor the tiny moments that make this place so dear to my heart.
“I can talk openly with a Kenyon professor. I feel like a sponge, ready to soak up all the knowledge that seeps out of the conversations. As I put together my words, I can tell that I am starting to understand the course material more.”
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The craziest part is that on an author line including people with doctorates, my name gets to go first because I put the most time into the project.
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Chatting after class with the professor is a spontaneous enjoyment. Oftentimes, you end up leaving with a core memory.
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Looking back, the process of these senior exercises brought us closer together, and helped us connect our passions in ways I never thought possible.
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As I prepare for grad school at Cambridge University, here’s my open letter to the faculty who supported me along the way.
“If gratitude became an image, it would look like a house-full of people I love living under one roof. How the heck did I get so lucky?”
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During my time at Kenyon, I have shifted interests, careers and even my outlook on life.
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I could write about hundreds of images, but I’ll limit myself to just ten.
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For four years, I carried around the same key you have just received, and I have some advice for you as your predecessor.
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I settled dejectedly near baggage claim, pulled on my purple Kenyon sweatshirt, and resigned myself to a long wait.
“College has been four years of twists and turns in what I thought would be a journey of straight arrows. I found myself unable to savor each moment while attempting to fulfill a predetermined to-do list ... so I let that plan go.”
In Their Own Words
Take a peek into the lives of students who call Kenyon home, and see how they're crafting their own college experiences.
