As the Queen lay on her deathbed surrounded by family and friends with fleeting seconds left in her life, she managed to sputter out her final words, a testament to the young and old worldwide, “That rat bastard Reily Scott is gonna have a sick night at the club because of me.” And so it was.
Crack a guinness and tap this button to read moreI, 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
It was my first day at the University of Exeter. I had spent two days traveling, and the amount of dry body sweat layered on new sweat on another layer of dry sweat was approaching a dangerous level. As we left the bus in a Kenyon cluster like a strange Midwestern cult, we watched as Sarah Heidt and Sergei waved enthusiastically from the sidewalk with their matching windbreakers and brown sensible shoes.
A brief history of the first time Fernando and I met. Photo Credit: Emily Sakamoto ’16
This is the story of how my life came the closest it’s ever been to Woody Allen’s Vicky Cristina Barcelona, complete with a spunky but naive American, a suffering artist-stereotype of a human, and how a textbook romance turned into emotional manipulation.
My friends have heard this story once already. My good friends have heard it at least three times. My friends from abroad witnessed it. But I probably haven’t told you yet. It’s a good one.
Let me tell you about this guy. You won’t believe he exists. Hell, I was certain he was a figment of my imagination for the entirety of our fling. But this is 100% true.
***This article discusses emotional manipulation, emotional abuse, and toxic relationships.***
Now that sophomores have turned in their OCS applications and made preliminary decisions about going abroad, our sophomore writers sound off about why they did or didn’t want to go abroad next year.
The Kenyon Thrill 