Good lord. This weekend. It didn’t really break ME, but it surely broke some of my friends. The play I was stage managing went up this weekend (burtle flur by jacky silvertoe) and that was CRAZY. If any of you saw two lanky sophomores carrying pitchers of yellow liquid through the servery last week, those were my assistants stocking up for our stage beer. Turns out green tea is a very convincing substitute for beer, as proven by all the LOOKS they got during dinner rush. Closing a show always has its own sort of ~catharsis~ but OH BOY did that catharsis take a turn Saturday night post-cast-party (classic theatre kid bullshit, sorry, but also not sorry at all). Now let’s keep in mind that Senior Soiree was occurring at the same time that night. But I guarantee that the belligerent little boy I was supervising went unparalleled to any senior drunk off the school’s dime. But do not fret, he got tucked into bed at the end of the night, perfectly safe, albeit near tears about how beautiful Catcher in the Rye is. That was basically my whole weekend, but here’s my high/low/buffalo anyway:
Couches are fantastic feats of modern engineering. Of all pieces of furniture, they’re easily my favorite. They’re versatile resting apparatuses which can be sat on, or, if you’re an asshole in a crowded study space, laid upon. Continue reading
Here at The Thrill, we pride ourselves on having our little fingies on the pulse of not just the Kenyon College community, but also that of the entire nation. To whom do you look to for the most accurate margarita recommendations in town? For the best places to spread rumors without being caught? For where to hold your definitely fake fight club? The Thrill giveth and The Thrill never taketh away.
So, with your complete trust, we’ve decided to broaden our scope and announce, for the first time ever, The Kenyon Thrill‘s official, and very timely, endorsement for the 2020 Democratic Presidental Nomination (we know our audience!). Without further ado, we confirm Beto “Zumiez Employee of the Month” O’Rourke as our nominee to rock out and stand on the biggest table in the nation. Why? Well…
I, junior student, will not be going abroad. I thought about it, I looked at some pamphlets, then I remembered that despite my grumbling I actually love being at this goddamn school so goddamn much that I wish our spring break were shorter, so I’m not gonna miss a semester if i don’t have to. Continue reading
We at Kenyon College pride ourselves on our words. We’ve got so gosh-darn many of them. And that makes sense, being a liberal arts institution after all. So, I decided to put Kenyon’s words to the test, with a simple game of word association related to our dear sweet college. Continue reading
This weekend was Kenyon’s Halloweekend, which means many of you spent your eves romping around campus in costumes that varied from poorly executed puns, to niche references that read to maybe 5% of the student body, to inexplicably sexy professions and/or notable figures (and however you put this fit together, it probably cost too much money to make it worth it). I don’t mean to rain on the joys of Halloween. In fact, I love Halloween. Halloween slaps. Halloween is my middle name! Halloween is my fucking birthday! (But actually, Halloween is my literal birthday.) I just—Okay. Frankly, I find the college culture of Halloween to be disappointing. No one seems to care about pumpkins anymore. The audience for my references to the Halloweentown movies (Halloweentown, Halloweentown II: Kalabar’s Revenge, Halloweentown High, and Return to Halloweentown) is dwindling. CANDY HAS BECOME A PRACTICALLY IRRELEVANT COMPONENT TO THE HOLIDAY. I long for the days when I’m finally a real adult, and I can dress up far too complexly for my age and just give out the king-size candy bars to adorable children who actually understand and appreciate the spirit of Halloween. BUT I DIGRESS. Let’s get to the update, because that’s what you’re actually here for, right?