Skipping class because it is too cold is not an option! Winter is upon us and this is a walking campus, so it’s time to get creative and seek out new sources of warmth for that long walk down middle path.
Looking for a fun night of singing, dancing,
populist insurrection against the French monarchy, and early 2000’s fashion? Look no further than Kenyon College Players’ production of Legally Blonde, opening TONIGHT in the Black Box Theatre. Email firstname.lastname@example.org for tickets or wait outside in the cold like a fool. Continue reading
We like to stay pretty competitive here at The Thrill, and a Blog Off is one way we can definitively prove that one of us is objectively a better blogger (dare we say, a better person). So we leave it to you, the reader, to decide in a blind taste test who is really better as we square off on various topics. This time around, we have Co Editor-in-Chief, Michael Audet ’20 and Executive Editor, Jane Zisman ’20 battling it out RE: Cyberbullying vs. IRL Bullying. Who will come out victorious? Only you can decide. Continue reading
The Thrill staff all had great breaks, thanks for asking! Here are some of the highlights.
- My permanent wire retainer broke and I had to pay $600 to get a new one.
- Two of my aunts spent 10 minutes arguing about whether I had gained or lost weight.
- I spent an hour listening to my cousin pronounce Foucault like “Foul-cawlt.”
I don’t know about y’all, but it feels like Kenyon is missing something. Maybe it’s the lack of unfinished NCA basements, graveyard battles of the bands, and satanic ska cults, but I think we can all agree that Gambier is getting a little too fucking soft. I mean, wouldn’t you rather incur serious brain damage from a Horn mosh pit rather than a silly game of rugby? Why don’t we have a task force about that, huh? Anyways, I figured I’d do my part in roughing up our image by showing just how edgy our admins and alumni could be if they committed to the sick bit.
The truth is, Kenyon Time is fake. Kenyon Time doesn’t follow the rules of nature. So when you leave campus, time stops. If you find yourself sitting in Peirce, wondering how break went by so fast and how you could possibly be sitting back at a New Side rectangle ALREADY, it’s because that week didn’t exist. Your Kenyon World with its Kenyon Time got put on pause, so it feels like you’re picking up exactly where you left off, because YOU ARE. The fresh haircuts on the boys in your 10:10 are blips in the space-time continuum. When you ask me, “How was your weekend?” I think of the last two weekends spliced together, with a perfect seam on a Saturday evening in John Glenn Columbus International Airport. I know this all to be true because I lived it. And, as a friend of a biology major, I can say confidently that science is on my side.
The Thrill‘s intrepid new journalists take on the annual Peircegiving feast for the very first time.