Drunk Jenga, Never Have I Ever, King’s Cup, Dirty Pint, Beer Pong: been there, done that. 10 Fingers is pointless since your friends already know your deep, dark, dirty secrets and you know theirs (…then again, so does the rest of campus because this place is tiny as hell). Someone marinated your only deck of cards in gin last weekend, and it’s missing a 7 of spades. No one remembers where the Twister board went. My point is that we obviously need to spice things up with some drinking games, done ~~¡¡¡Kenyon style!!!~~ because there’s nothing left to inspire us in rural Ohio except corn and Jesus. Here are just a few ideas: Continue reading
Kenyon Confessions is teeming with unanswered questions about queer life. We queer beans on the Thrill staff (and a few guests) have taken it upon ourselves to answer your questions about queer life at Kenyon! Queer Queries @ Quenyon will regularly feature a new queer-identifying Kenyon student who will offer their perspective about questions you submit to the Thrill (via email@example.com) or post on Kenyon Confessions.
College is a stage of our lives where we are often removed from our families for the first time, but this is not always so. Many of us have siblings here, or at other schools, with whom we share very close bonds, experiences, academic interests and even professors. This piece is the second in a series of featured siblings at Kenyon. This week we interviewed Cole Benz ’15 and Charlotte Benz ’17 from San Francisco, California.
A few things you didn’t know about the Benz Kidz…
Charlotte, why did you choose Kenyon?
Charlotte: I was deciding between two schools and I did weekend visits for both. Kenyon was on the second weekend and I came for Shock Your Mom. I went with my brother and his friends dressed up as Juggalos and Juggalets. And we have one mother and I think we shocked her together. And I think that really solidified things for me.
Read more about the Benzes after the jump!
Kenyon’s alumni are some of the best and brightest in the world (we happen to think). In this new feature, we’ll be celebrating some of our most beloved Kenyon alums with the highest honor any mortal can hope to achieve: notes/letters published on the Internet. Yes, that’s right, the Internet.
Dear Paul Newman,
Thank you so frickin much for Seabiscuit. Ohh wait wait! …wrong alum. You’re that expensive salad dressing guy—the hot shot with the chin dimple. Honestly, I find it difficult to believe you were that handsome in college. With a jawline like that, your presence likely tipped Kenyon’s delicate balance of average looking people to slightly above average looking people.* In this regard, you and I are quite alike. I’d like to think you were a N.A.R.P. like me.