So, it’s that time again. You finally remember to call your family, they ask you how your weekend was, and you don’t have an answer. What are you supposed to say, that you partied so hard you don’t actually remember your weekend? Having some pre-prepared white lies to these questions can help you get out of situations like this. Luckily, they’re so simple, you can remember them no matter how hungover you are.Continue reading
I welcome you all to another wonderful edition of the Thrill’s Quiz Corner, the premier destination to help understand things about your Kenyon experience that you just can’t quite process right.Continue reading
At my interview to get into this school, when asked what I liked about the campus so far, my answer was “the buildings.” Maybe it’s a trivial matter or maybe I was just nervous, but you have to admit there’s nothing like walking into almost 200-year old buildings for class every day.Continue reading
Ah, the Kenyon Post Office. A place of love, loss, and lust. The place you go only when you think your eccentric-yet-wealthy aunt has sent you money, or to face the disappointment of knowing that the United States Postal Service will soon be obsolete due to the rapid technological advancements of modern society. But mostly it’s a place where you go to think: who the frick shares my P.O. Box, dude?
A brief slice of food for thought. Next time you’re about to enter Peirce thinking about what mystery meat is on the table today or what vegetable-that’s-not-a-vegetable (I’m looking at you corn) is gonna be up for grabs this time, might I suggest taking a step back, doing a 180, and hightailing it to the nearest, I don’t know, Pop-Eyes or whatever.