As I sit in the library, contemplating whether I should keep “doing my work” or go home and “clean my room for my parents”, I have decided to do neither of those things, and contribute a second volume to the Kenyon Graffiti feature here at the Thrill. It’s midterms time, but it’s also Saturday, so this is my happy send off to the study carrel scribbles, at least for the afternoon.
If I discovered anything, it’s that when we’re not posting on the internet, we just post on the walls. We say some wise things:
…and sometimes we respond to other peoples’ wise things:
Still other times we say what we feel:
We ask questions about cognitive Psychology:
And when times get tough we have to ask the Bigger Questions:
People like to write their organization names on things, and sometimes things escalate:
In the end, there’s something creepy, poetic and strangely comforting about knowing that you’re not the first person to sit in your carrel until nerd bell: