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...And Some Other Things<br />
Things we just hate<br />
The Gambier tornado siren. Does it have to be so deafening? And do they<br />
have to test it so often? And exactly at the moment we’ve stepped out of the<br />
post office?<br />
Boil-water advisories. They always make us feel like Gambier exists<br />
either in the Middle Ages or the Third World.<br />
Power outages. Occasionally an adventure. But every time the wind<br />
blows? Please.<br />
Parking. Somehow, in this tiny burg, there’s never a spot where we need it,<br />
when we want it.<br />
Skunks. They nest under every porch in Gambier, have no natural enemies,<br />
and stink for days even when they’re roadkill.<br />
Gambier’s “roofed” trash cans. They force you to stick your hand in<br />
toward the garbage when you’re throwing something away. Disgusting, and<br />
extremely dangerous in yellow-jacket season.<br />
Course Registration<br />
The problem is anxiety, the evil twin of hope.<br />
For students, each semester brings with it the<br />
renewal of hope that the stars will align, producing<br />
a perfect schedule—all of their first-choice<br />
classes, none of which meets before noon. The<br />
only thing standing in the way is the registration<br />
process. If both afternoon sections of Baby<br />
Drama are already full, the whole plan falls apart.<br />
To address the fears and ensure some<br />
fairness, <strong>Kenyon</strong> developed a quaint, handcrafted<br />
registration procedure. The elves in the<br />
Registrar’s Office actually went through all the<br />
scribbled enrollment sheets, individually, fixing<br />
it so that each student supposedly got at least<br />
one first choice. Then they went through all the<br />
paper forms again, looking at second choices.<br />
Antiquated, incredibly labor-intensive, and<br />
sweet. Did some people get screwed? Well, there<br />
were always stories. But the point is that, whatever<br />
the merits of the hand-scooped method,<br />
stress still stalked the campus.<br />
And still does, even with a new, improved<br />
all-online system that the <strong>College</strong>, in a spasm of<br />
modernity, introduced last fall. It’s kind of nice<br />
to edge into the twenty-first century. If there’s<br />
one thing students are comfortable with, after<br />
all, it’s onscreen menus. But stress-free? The<br />
algorithm hasn’t yet been invented that can<br />
soothe the worrywart.<br />
At least the chaos of the drop-add period<br />
survives. So, of course, does the age-old option<br />
of begging a professor to open another seat even<br />
though the course is over-enrolled. It’s reassuring<br />
to know that, even in the age of entitlement,<br />
supplication hasn’t gone out of style.<br />
Things we’re embarrassed to hate<br />
The Great Hall. It’s like hating Harry Potter. But the fact is, you can’t hear<br />
yourself speak, the benches are a throwback to a Dickensian orphanage, and<br />
the stained-glass windows don’t include any foreign or postcolonial literature.<br />
Can’t we just replace “The One-Horse Shay” with, say, Things Fall Apart?<br />
Ascension Hall. Another architectural treasure—but with flights of stairs<br />
that never end and a heating system that either never works or works too well.<br />
Things we hate, depending on who we are<br />
The fraternities. Everyone hates ’em, except for those who love ’em.<br />
The “Shock Your Mama” Party. Hated by the faculty and administration<br />
(who have such fusty notions of good taste and alcohol limits).<br />
First-Year Sing. Actually, emotions are complicated here. The administration<br />
hates how the upperclassmen torment the freshmen. The upperclassmen<br />
hate that Professor Locke seems to be making progress in civilizing the ritual.<br />
And the first-years are just befuddled.<br />
Things we used to hate<br />
Cell phones. Upperclassmen considered them “un<strong>Kenyon</strong>” and persecuted<br />
anyone using one on Middle Path.<br />
Lack of cell phone coverage. After we all got addicted to cell phones,<br />
we discovered that in Gambier they were useless. Bummer.<br />
Things we stopped hating<br />
Cell phones. Now that there’s coverage and we can’t imagine life without<br />
them, we’ve dropped them from the hate list.<br />
The KAC. People railed that it was a monstrosity. But somehow they can’t<br />
stay away.<br />
Getting to the Olin Gallery. You could see it, but you couldn’t get<br />
there without a weird detour. The new Gund Gallery has made Olin just an<br />
ugly library again.<br />
Things We Hate to Love<br />
Gossip. It’s social poison, condemned by both Scripture and Dear Abby. But in the<br />
buzzing mini-world of Gambier, gossip is our nectar. Impossible not to indulge.<br />
Winter 2012 <strong>Kenyon</strong> college alumni bulletin 17