In September 2019, then Editor-in-Chief Michael Audet ‘20 told me something along the lines of, “One of the Ransom Notes newbies looks exactly like Annie Blackman, I keep calling her Annie instead of Abby.” In true content opportunist fashion, we immediately decided to turn their shared features into an article for our sweet little blog. They’d both gotten the comparison before and agreed to an interview. In September. It is now February. Anyway.
I was so sad when an incident involving an angry duck, nine parking tickets, and an industrial size jar of mayonnaise made me miss KCDC’s original run of The House of Bernarda Alba a few months ago. I was obviously ecstatic when I found out they were bringing the show back for one night and one night only! I finally saw the show last night, but to be honest? It wasn’t what I was expecting at all and I was pretty let down. Continue reading
Looking for a fun night of singing, dancing,
populist insurrection against the French monarchy, and early 2000’s fashion? Look no further than Kenyon College Players’ production of Legally Blonde, opening TONIGHT in the Black Box Theatre. Email email@example.com for tickets or wait outside in the cold like a fool. Continue reading
Regardless of where you stand on the pre/post Halloweekend celebration debate, we hope you all swallowed your pride and donned your most creative costumes for Peeps’ Halloween this past Saturday. We also hope that in addition to the blurry iPhone selfies you took with an acquaintance in the Old K basement bathroom mirror, you took some pictures of your sweet ass costume! Whether it be sexy, silly, confusing, or absolutely drenched in irony, we want to see your masterpiece. Continue reading
Here’s a playlist of songs that have never, ever been played on a WKCO radio show by a girl wearing a Carhartt jacket. If Glossier Boy Brow was a song, it would be Your Dog by Soccer Mommy. All are these artists are very cool and alt, but also way too famous to play at the Horn on a Thursday. Blast this playlist out the window of your New Apt so all of your neighbors know that you’re a connoisseur of music by skinny twenty-somethings who dress like Kenyon students. Enjoy your weekend!
This post was co-authored by Thrill Editor-in-Chief Chris Raffa and Thrill Editor-Emeritus (Grandma) Sarah Hoffmann.
None of us quite understand the Mods. They are in some ways unknowable, these brutalist beasts whose very existence is contradictory. They are simultaneously buildings and trailers. They are Schrodinger’s study space, both library and not. They are one and three at the same time, and also there might be one of them up by Watson according to legend, though no one’s ever made it that far North and lived to tell the tale. Whereas Olin was so old that it was erected the last time the Mets won a World Series, the Mods have not yet had the proper amount of time to establish their own culture of practice and etiquette. Not everyone is sure what each Mod is for, what their vibe is, what kind of music they like, or even what their astrological sign is. Most importantly, people aren’t sure how to behave in each Mod. While Olin’s third floor silent policy, for example, was baked into campus culture, those days are gone. Olin’s dead, baby. The New Ways are king, and it’s the Wild fucking West. So here at the Thrill, we’ve elected to suggest some guidelines for how to go forth in the Mods for the rest of their time with us.
Dorms. Among the filth and mold, we’ve learned to call them home. Part of the fun of these exorbitantly expensive cinderblock jail cells is leaving your (temporary) mark on the place and putting your unique spin on the place. But, as unique as we are all hell-bent on convincing ourselves that we are, these places have more of an impact on us than we like to admit. What does your dorm say about you? Continue reading