Do you feel face blind when you walk into a party? Have you been cat-fished or gaslit? Do think back fondly on the simpler times when you told people they were cute on ask.fm? Are you just looking for someone to share your life with on this desolate hill? Are you jaded as fuck and eating a tuna salad in Peirce right now?
If you answered yes to any of these questions, delete your Tinder and give a Peirce Date a chance. Continue reading
These quotes have been collected from professors in various areas of study, by a variety of Thrill contributors. Click here for our previous installment. Continue reading
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…
The Mission: Try all of the flavors of margaritas at Chilitos
The Flavors: Lime (original), Strawberry, Raspberry, Peach, Mango, Blueberry
The Judges: Colleen Kemp ‘20 Editor-in-Chief (CK), Kylie Lohrenz ‘20 Daily Editor (KL), Jane Zisman ‘20 Executive Editor (JZ), Lillian Fox Peckos ‘20 Executive Editor (LFP), Sarah Hoffmann ‘20 Editor Emeritus (SH)
*Let it be known that we are all 21+ because the Thrill is not above the law*
It’s senior year and we’ve all swam in the Kokosing, smoked at sunset point, made out at sunset point, gotten too drunk at Send Off and dreamed of becoming a great chef, despite being a rat in an intensely rodent-phobic profession, moved to Paris to follow this dream on the advice of a rotund, french acid flashback, and with the help of a weak-ass garbage boy as our beard, worked in the kitchen, and eventually got the chance to prove our culinary abilities to a daddy long-leg lookin’ food critic, who turns out to have been bullied as a child and just needed some squash to feel better.
But again, it’s senior year and we have to find something new to do to pass the time before we kick the bucket, and finally descend from this hill that has looked more and more like a collection of dentist’s offices since we’ve gotten here.
Embrace the film making process and find out where it’s at this weekend with some special guests.
As a first-year, I am merely an outside observer of the concept of “Kenyon Married”. I am the accidental child brought into an adult-only romantic dinner at the quirkiest all-inclusive resort of all time. Except instead of a resort, I am referring to our fine liberal arts institution.
I got here a little over a month ago, so it is understandable and expected for me to not be “Kenyon Married”, or even “Kenyon Engaged”. I would argue that this perspective puts me in a prime position to make unbiased suggestions about other people’s relationships.
Or maybe I’m just the strangest combination of a Hopeless Romantic and Jaded Writer Who Likes Making Fun of Things on the Internet to ever grace this site.
