Hey. We’ve been through a lot together, you and me. Because I’m a first year Thrill writer, you’ve watched me experience my first Kenyon Halloween, my first Deb Ball, and most recently my second Shock Your Mom (the first was when I got a tattoo last fall, sorry Jules). You’ve watched me grow into the beautiful almost sophomore Thrill Daily Editor butterfly that I am. Good for you.
The last real Kenyon freshman experience I have yet to deal with is the infamous housing lottery. I’ll preface this by saying that I am nowhere near as fucked as the majority of my peers. I was hoping to get a number that would score me a tent on top of Gund lounge or a canoe anchored to the bottom of the Kokosing, but I should’ve known rising juniors would nab all the good housing before the sophomores went. Call me an optimist. Anyway, let’s do this.
7:29 p.m. There are lots of people that look very stressed in Gund Ballroom. It feels vaguely like prom in that it’s a space intended for dancing but everyone looks dead inside.
7:39 p.m. I imagine that watching the numbers get crossed off the maps is similar to getting teeth pulled without any painkillers. I’ve never had any teeth pulled and I’ve also never ever overreacted in my life.
8:00 p.m. I survived! My roommate and I got the last double in Old K and honestly I feel like I could flip a car.
At this point I’m going to pass the live blogging baton on to my current roommate Colleen. She’s also a first year writer, but her number is nothing to get excited about. Best of luck.
8:16 p.m. I’m nervous about the housing lottery, but I heard there are still a few spots open in the drain outside Mather with the pipe kittens, so hopefully I’ll be okay.
8:29 p.m. Gund Commons seems to be vibrating due to the sheer amount of people vigorously refreshing the housing lottery Google Doc.
8:40 p.m. Manning is full and all of the singles are gone! Watching people’s dreams be dashed is never fun, but doing so in Gund Commons is even worse. I can feel Graham himself laughing at the group of boys who yelled when Manning was claimed.
8:47 p.m. Hanna is full! A scream is heard in the distance.
8:58 p.m. You can’t tell but he’s screaming inside.
9:23 p.m. Third floor Mather. Not my first choice, but at least it’s not the Caples elevator shaft.