The Gates of Hell to Old Kenyon

On November 13 - 15, 2010, I went to Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio. Ohio was so different that my neighborhood. Instead of a huge city, Gambier was in the middle of nowhere. When we landed in Columbus, there were so many trees. The opposite of what I saw when I got home to Los Angeles. It took us about an hour to get to Gambier, a small "town". Gambier is actually in the middle of Kenyon, it is only two blocks long. When I got to the actual college, instead of there being concrete everywhere like I'm used to, I was stepping on dirt and fallen leaves. Everyone here at Kenyon was so nice, unlike the hostility one feels in the big city.

One day, me and Vanessa (another girl from my school) decided to take Middle Path to Old Kenyon. The first thing we saw when we stepped onto the path were the Gates of Hell. It's called that because it is believed that you are transported to hell if you step through them at midnight as the church bell rings. Others argue that the actual Gates of Hell are actually in the church basement. As I look around, I notice all of the old fashioned buildings. In Los Angeles, all of the buildings are really tall and modern (not to mention tagged on in my neighborhood).

On the left side of the path, there is a church. It looks kind of similar to the churches in my neighborhood, but there is a different feel to it. It just felt friendlier because of the environment (there was a very beautiful tree in front of the church, it was the first yellow tree I ever saw, not that many trees in Los Angeles let alone yellow ones). Next was Ascension Hall. In front of the hall were like 20 or so cars. It was the most cars I saw on my whole time in Ohio (and the cars were parked). On our right side, I saw a construction sight. Later I found out that they were building an art history building. (There was a statue in front of the building of two people dancing, we didn't get a chance to read the description though).

Then, I saw the first red tree ever. It was in front of Ransom Hall (which is the admissions office). Next was the library which looks so different than the library that I usually go to. The Lincoln Heights library is curved while this one (although really boring looking on the outside) was really cool inside (there was an African American History exhibit once you enter the building). Right next to the library is the cemetery. Even though the cemetery is smaller than in Los Angeles, it has many older tomb stones. When we went into the cemetery, we heard someone following us (we turned around, there was no one) and we felt someone looking at us (we looked around and no one was there). We practically ran out of the cemetery. The last two pictures are of Middle Path.

Now we are at Old Kenyon. It actually burned down in 1949, nine students died there. They rebuilt it and it became a dorm room again. On the anniversary of the fire, many of the students swear that they feel people shaking them and telling them to wake up (when they open their eyes, no one is there). The ghosts that they saw were of only the top halves of students, they later researched and found out that it was rebuilt higher than it was before.

Being at Kenyon was so different than being in Lincoln Heights or in Los Angeles in general. Kenyon seemed to have a nicer and safer atmosphere. We walked around at around midnight when we first got there and felt really safe. If we would have done the same thing in Los Angeles, I think that we would have felt really paranoid. The buildings in Kenyon weren't covered in tagging like we're used to in my neighborhood. All in all, I miss Kenyon. It was really quiet and isolated; it has a nicer atmosphere than Los Angeles ever did to me. Let's just say that I didn't want to leave Ohio and have a hard time not comparing everything about LA to Gambier.


Los Angeles, the place to be...


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