Quiz: Which March Sister Are You Based on Your Kenyon Habits

It happened. You saw Little Women and returned to campus feeling reborn. It’s as if the spirit of Greta Gerwig herself paid a visit to your house in suburban Connecticut and directed you to come of age like a late-19th century woman. But which March sister are you most like, you may be wondering? Thanks to The Thrill, your question will be answered. Take this quiz to find out which little woman you would be based on your lifestyle choices in 2020s Gambier Ohio.

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Top Five Unconventional and Unexpected Roles to Play in my Burgeoning Kenyon iCarly Roleplay Group

Dearest reader,

If you have received this missive, that means you have expressed interest in joining the upcoming Kenyon iCarly roleplay sessions. As of this letter, many of the main roles are taken. Do not, however, let this be a cause of consternation for you. There are still many interesting, albeit unconventional, roles for you to pursue. Below I have listed five, although there is a true treasure trove of uniquely crafted characters.

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The Thrill Reacts: COVID-19 Testing

In the midst of another “quiet period,” our thrill staff has some thoughts on the personal experience of getting tested for COVID-19. It might feel good, it might feel bad. It might feel wrong, it might feel kinda right? but it will certainly feel like something.

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McBride Triple to New Apt: Humble Beginnings

Oh hey. It’s me. That’s right. I am that annoying 3/4 first year who robbed a division III baseball team of their dilapidated New Apt that they insist on calling their “trap house.” The rumors are true. I have never been to Springfest or seen the BFEC, yet I am tearing it up in a dingle room that would’ve belonged to an abroad junior. Ciao bella! I know, I know. You may argue, “she doesn’t deserve it! She needs to do her time in a graffitied prison tower or at least a shoebox single on South Campus.” And let me be the first to say, I hear you, I see you and most importantly, I am also as equally confused as to how I got here. I lived in a McBride Triple. A TRIPLE. Not one, not two, but three bodies coming in and out of a brick chamber where the halls oozed and icked Domino’s grease and cigarette smoke. The common room and the acclaimed sex closet were my neighbors. Let me tell you, those thin walls did not spare me. 

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