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.
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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.
It is shockingly easy to ferment fruit and make alcohol out of it, a product colloquially known as “hooch.” Various prisons try to crack down on the practice but, given that it pretty much only requires fruit, sugar, and an airlock, the tradition of hooch continues. And wouldn’t you know, fruit and sugar and both things we have in our lovely dining hall, Peirce. I thought one day, while getting yet another banana from the servery, that perhaps I could be getting more bang for my buck. Perhaps, I could be making Peirce Hooch.
note: the Kenyon Thrill does not recommend that anyone tries this at home, especially underage readers or anyone who enjoys things that taste good.
It’s Valentine’s Day in the city of love, and nobody does romance like the students of Kenyon College. The weather is ripe for the romance, as freezing rain could emerge at any moment. Fear not! There is sensuality in the slush. Here’s how to make the most of this dismal Gambier Valentine’s day with your sweetheart:
Hey everyone. It’s The Thrill‘s resident hopeless romantic here.
When I’m not daydreaming about people who may or may not even make eye contact with me on Middle Path, I spend an obscene amount of time crafting Spotify playlists that only have one consistent listener– myself. Well, until now. With Valentine’s Day being tomorrow, I thought I would share some music with all of you. Continue reading
