Last spring, my rowing coach colored my world in Brown. "I know you, Keeny. You are a kid who just wants to attack her classes, bust her butt at rowing practice, and then gather some friends for a study session and cupcakes. You fit Brown, and Brown fits you."
I love Brown because I love hills. I have mountain biked with my dad and twin brother since age nine. While they fly off jumps and careen down slopes, I edge over ledges and choke my brakes until they screech. Then we ride uphill. I look over my shoulder to see my family far behind me. Sweat drips to my handlebars, a smile spreads across my face, and my eyes become transfixed on the summit ahead. The key to riding uphill is selecting your own "vein" in the rock, and then to find your unique "groove". Brown is a school where, through the Open Curriculum, every hill is freely chosen. Like intersecting mountain bike tracks, Brown students pursue their own vistas while being inspired by the paths of their peers.
I love Brown because I love hills. I have mountain biked with my dad and twin brother since age nine. While they fly off jumps and careen down slopes, I edge over ledges and choke my brakes until they screech. Then we ride uphill. I look over my shoulder to see my family far behind me. Sweat drips to my handlebars, a smile spreads across my face, and my eyes become transfixed on the summit ahead. The key to riding uphill is selecting your own "vein" in the rock, and then to find your unique "groove". Brown is a school where, through the Open Curriculum, every hill is freely chosen. Like intersecting mountain bike tracks, Brown students pursue their own vistas while being inspired by the paths of their peers.