How You Cry In Peirce, Based on Your Zodiac Sign

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The stars tells us a lot about how we live, how we love, and whether or not we read the instructions before microwaving hot pockets. These celestial objects can also help us to understand the way we process emotion. Here’s how you cry in Peirce based on your zodiac sign.

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You Won’t Believe How These Kenyon Students are Paying Their Tuition!

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They say money can’t buy you happiness. But money can buy one large pizza from the Domino’s app after a classic Friday night spent nursing a bottle of the Market’s cheapest wine and musing on the cinematic genius that is Valentine’s Day (2010). After many weekends following this routine on a futile search for the aforementioned concept of “happiness,” numerous Kenyon students find themselves in need of a profit-making venture. However, at a college that employs three stray cats for every one human faculty-member, snagging a job ain’t easy!

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10 O’Clock List: Creative Alternatives to Comps

10 O’Clock List: Creative Alternatives to Comps

There’s a girl. She sits in the back corner table at Peirce. She wears three winter coats over her silk pajama shirt. She hides behind a stack of last Sunday’s quesadillas. She cries tears of French Vanilla coffee. Legend has it that when you walk near her table to get a bit of ketchup for your sweet potato fries, you can even hear her whisper “Compssssss” in the breeze. I want to go to her. I want to press my finger against her trembling lips. I want to tell her: “Shh. There’s another way. There has to be another way.” I want to tell her about…

…The creative option.

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Meet a PC: Rose Bialer ’20

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Every week, The Thrill features a member of a student-support organization to bring awareness about the various resources available to the student body on campus. This week, we’re featuring Rose Bialer ’20, a Peer Counselor from San Francisco, CA. Stay safe this weekend, and know that there is always someone you can talk to if you need help.

Ms. Bialer, please answer the following essential question: Mashed, friend, or baked…what is your favorite version of potato?

French fries! But honestly, all potato forms are great.

Thoughts on corduroys?

I have nothing but good things to say about corduroys.

Which building on campus best describes you?
…Not Olin-Chalmers.

If you were cheese, what type of cheese who you be?

If I were a cheese, I think I would be brie. So rich and creamy…It’s a crowd pleaser.

In your professional PC opinion, what is the “best” emotion?

Wow, that’s a tough one. I’ll go with…excitement!

Why did you become a PC?

I became a PC because I wanted to get to know other Kenyon students that I might not have otherwise had the opportunity to talk to and form relationships with. Also, I think that people feel like they are supposed to love Kenyon and be happy here all the time, but that’s not always going to be the case. As a PC, I want to make students feel like they are not alone, and [I want to] be someone who will always listen. If you ever want to talk, please reach out to me or any of the other wonderful PCs!

Peer Counselors work in collaboration with the Kenyon College Health and Counseling Center to “promote mental health and well-being within the student body…open pathways to existing resources, develop student-led discussion groups, and empower the student body through mental health education.” If you want to speak to a PC, they have office hours in the Health and Counseling Center. Drop by and talk to a PC every Sunday-Thursday from 7-9 p.m. and on Fridays and Saturdays between 5:30-7:30 p.m. You can also call their 24/7 hotline at 740-485-5784 (Note: the PC 24-Hour Hotline number has changed in recent weeks! Update your contacts! Tell your friends! Shout it from rooftops!).

Down the Ballot Voting: A Thing You Can Do If You Want To

screen-shot-2016-11-06-at-9You know that mom who in your neighborhood that you try at all costs to avoid, but she power-walks with little pink dumbbells up to your window when you’re backing out of the driveway to remind you to remind your mother to vote for the next chair of the Homeowners Association?

I am her, only instead little pink dumbbells, I’m doubling-fisting cups of coffee, and instead of being concerned about your mother’s enfranchisement in the Cul-de-sac of Broken Dreams you live in, I’m concerned about you being a proper soldier of democracy in the United States of America.

Too dramatic? Too bad.

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