Here at Kenyon, we all have bodies and all bodies need bathrooms. There are a lot of bathrooms on campus, some of which are nice and some of which are very scary. Most Kenyon students have a mental list of the bathrooms they like most and prioritize the patronage of those. However, even in the safest bathrooms, you can experience something that can chill you to the bone. These are their stories.
Remember when Pete Davidson came to Kenyon and we all kind of made a vow to spend a week talking about him and only him and then immediately forget that he ever existed? But then this summer, just weeks later, would start (openly) dating pop songstress Ariana Grande and would be the inspiration for the tweet that sent “big dick energy” skyrocketing to the cultural phenomenon it oh-so-briefly was? Yeah that was wild. Here’s a weekend playlist in his honor.
It’s the end of another year here at Kenyon College. Sendoff is over, finals are coming, and I’ve decided my pit stains are a fashion statement. And while I think all of us are eager to finish up the year, it also means that we have to say goodbye to any of the graduating seniors we’ve made friends with these past one to three years. Luckily, the Thrill has some hot tips on how to send them off without being a total wimp about it.
Listen. Here at the Thrill, we have a very measured idea of our own importance. We know you’re not gonna read the blog today, and that’s fine. In fact, we’re going to take advantage of this opportunity to confess our secrets, come clean on things we’re ashamed of, and air our dirty laundry.
Kenyon likes to boast about how all our doors lock like they are supposed to. However, the Caples door reportedly doesn’t lock in the winter and there’s a door on the far side of Mather that you can apparently just rip open. But this story isn’t about either of those doors. This story is about a time when I went to one of the Mather doors, other than the one that you can rip open, put my debit card up to the card reader, and opened it.
Kenyon is a small place and a strange place. It takes a certain type of person to willingly give up four years of their life, their youth, their energy, their innocent, happy glow, to the rough-n-tumble fields of rural central Ohio. Partly because of how insular our community is, we all form a collective hive-mind/groupthink where everyone graduates somehow looking like this: Continue reading
After spending a long time in the Kenyon Bubble, venturing outside can be a surreal and stressful situation. All of a sudden, the Kenyon social mores disappear and you need to actually look up when crossing the street. It gets even weirder when you do so with other Kenyon students, creating a liminal space between the familiarity of Kenyon and the alien space of the outside. And that’s exacerbated even more when the space you are going is already one of the weirdest places on the planet. And, Reader, I went to such a place.