The Thrill‘s intrepid new journalists take on the annual Peircegiving feast for the very first time.
Do you enjoy being in class while immersed in absolute darkness? Do you enjoy sacrificing evening work time in favor of sitting motionlessly for three hours as two students dominate discussion? Then this game is for you! If you’ve ever had the misfortune of taking a 7-10pm seminar, you’ll notice that certain buzzwords and behaviors become routine. Here are some that cause me psychic pain! Please do not try this at home (or in class).
Yeah, you read that right. Think about it: how many emails do you send per day here at Kenyon College? The answer is probably quite a few. Has it occurred to you that you, my friend, are representing yourself completely and utterly inadequately? It’s more likely than you think.
“Boo, bitch! Hahaha I’m just playing fam… how was your day?” – my woke Old K ghost
It’s the one weekend when Kenyon gaslights parents into believing they’re sending their children to an Autumnal Utopia. Kenyon pulls out all the tricks: the Deli is open on Sunday, the Chilitos margs are flowing, and every public forum is jam packed with white kids singing a cappella. But on this small campus, Family Weekend is hard to escape, and there’s one question we have to ask ourselves: where was it said? Family Weekend or in bed?
Let’s face it, Kenyon can be a lonely place sometimes. And frankly, Tinder is there for us all in our darkest times. However, at a school of 1700ish in rural Ohio, turning on one’s Tinder can be a real experience. A small but mighty group makes up Kenyon’s Tinder using population, and here are some of the people you might run into…
It’s not news that every building on this campus has its quirks. We all have our opinions about which first year dorm is the best, whether it’s better to live North or South, and what we are willing to sacrifice when it comes to our living space needs. In a fugue state last night, I was hit with an image.