Deb Ball is a right of passage rarely talked about but deeply experienced. The things you see can never be unseen–and the first time you do it is always for the books. We asked our new (first-year) writers to reflect on their time.
“Deb Ball was the first Kenyon event I’ve been to that necessitated a shower after arriving back at my dorm. Getting into bed glazed with the sweat of my classmates wouldn’t have been the clean, adult thing to do. Overall, the night was solid. I spent most of Deb Ball accumulating secondhand body glitter and trying not to stare at people making out. The live music was definitely a plus and I plan on returning next year, looking less like a 12 year boy dressed in his older brother’s clothes than I did.”-Annie Blackman