I’ve heard a lot of slam poetry during my time at Kenyon. Okay, most of the time by accident, when I wandered into an open mic night and it just felt too rude to leave. As my knowledge and experience with this great art form has expanded, I have decided to create my own slam poetry. The best poetry comes from what you know the best, so my slam poetry will emulate the triumphs and tragedies of being a Kenyon student to the best of my ability. If you want to see these poems performed in their truest form, I will be screaming them in the backyard of Chilitos at its busiest hour. Please snap for me!
Who doesn’t love seeing the changing of the leaves, the golden glow soaking the buildings, and the pumpkins that haven’t been smashed (yet) outside of dorms? Fall in Gambier is beautiful, and boy oh boy do people love to post about it. It can be tough to compete with the seventeen different posts of what you could swear is the same exact photo (right down to the scarf and the coffee cup in hand) with a different girl’s face every time. Never fear, thots (happy thotumn)! I have crafted a few sample posts for you to steal so that you can finally be the social media mogul you were always destined to be. I hope these images inspire a new, refreshing take on Kenyon Instagram.
Hello Everyone! I’m sure that by now, you have all seen my email that I sent out to the entire school with no approval from anybody. Yes, my new club is finally taking off! It’s Kenyon Fight Club time!
It’s 4:30 am, and I wake up from a nightmare in a cold sweat, covered in a pile of Cheez-It crumbs. I scramble for my phone, my hands shaking as I wipe the tears from my bloodshot eyes. My roommate shakes her head and rolls back to the other side of the bed. “God, not again. Go to bed. He’s not real.” I do not answer. I am rendered speechless by the image of my tormentor, the man who haunts my nightmares: Josh Radnor.