So, you just went halfsies with your roommate on a used juicer from Goodwill. We’ve all been there. I bet you’re just itching to test out your new appliance on some fun new foods, but wait! I’m here to instruct you on the proper uses of your juice-o-matic through the fun and relatable medium of foods from Peirce Dining Hall.Continue reading →
Do you enjoy being in class while immersed in absolute darkness? Do you enjoy sacrificing evening work time in favor of sitting motionlessly for three hours as two students dominate discussion? Then this game is for you! If you’ve ever had the misfortune of taking a 7-10pm seminar, you’ll notice that certain buzzwords and behaviors become routine. Here are some that cause me psychic pain! Please do not try this at home (or in class).
Before I get into this, I must assert that this story is a fully factual TRUE EXPERIENCE that I had during my second ever visit to Mount Vernon. There are no exaggerations, metaphors, or hyperboles. This is just my life. I have been crowned the rat king of Mount Vernon.
Halloweekends have come and gone, and now it’s time for what you’ve all been waiting for: the announcement of first place in The Thrill‘s Annual Halloween Costume Contest! We received so many spooky submissions—who even knew that
After years and years of anticipation, the night of Senior Soirée has come and gone. We gathered in formal wear, indulged in dance and drank, and some of us may have taken a tumble. By the end of the night, we had all truly relished in our fleeting youth, thanks to Kenyon for supplying the free booze! We asked some of our senior writers to reflect on this bacchanalian evening.
Good lord. This weekend. It didn’t really break ME, but it surely broke some of my friends. The play I was stage managing went up this weekend (burtle flur by jacky silvertoe) and that was CRAZY. If any of you saw two lanky sophomores carrying pitchers of yellow liquid through the servery last week, those were my assistants stocking up for our stage beer. Turns out green tea is a very convincing substitute for beer, as proven by all the LOOKS they got during dinner rush. Closing a show always has its own sort of ~catharsis~ but OH BOY did that catharsis take a turn Saturday night post-cast-party (classic theatre kid bullshit, sorry, but also not sorry at all). Now let’s keep in mind that Senior Soiree was occurring at the same time that night. But I guarantee that the belligerent little boy I was supervising went unparalleled to any senior drunk off the school’s dime. But do not fret, he got tucked into bed at the end of the night, perfectly safe, albeit near tears about how beautiful Catcher in the Rye is. That was basically my whole weekend, but here’s my high/low/buffalo anyway: