Remember Yik Yak? Didn’t think so. But we do. Oh boy do we remember the era of the Yak. While its time at Kenyon has definitely slowed down from an olympic sprint to a comfortable trot, that doesn’t mean there aren’t perfectly reasonable questions out in its sphere of existence. In this occasional feature, we’re stepping in and helping those lost souls.
Hey man, if I can get hooked on phonics, I might just be able to get hooked on you too.
Well, I’m kind of growing to hate you. In fact, if I ever find out your identity (count on it), I’m going to whisper yell traitor at you every time I see you.
Daddy is that you? Phone home daddy! Phone home!
Yo, I sure hope so. The NCA residents are starting to smell like NCAss.