Do It Tonight: Legally Blonde

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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 for tickets or wait outside in the cold like a fool. Continue reading

BLOG OFF: Audet ’20 vs. Zisman ’20


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

Kenyon Punk Edits


John “Nerd-Annihilator” Green ’00

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.

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The Monday Catchup

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.

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