We’re officially in the year 2020. Wild, right? I thought I’d use this time to wax nostalgic on the past decade. All in all, I think most of us remember it pretty well. Barack Obama, Toy Story 3, and Twitter. I think those were the important parts. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’d like to remind everyone of what the decade will truly be remembered for: stupid internet challenges. I want each and every one of you to remember that you were a dumbass at one point. I won’t let you forget it. Continue reading
I know what you’re wondering. Yes, I made this decision consciously and voluntarily. I ate at Chilito’s, our on-campus Mexican restaurant, for three consecutive nights. And I know what else you’re wondering. The truth is, I don’t really know why either. But the best way to bring you and I closer to understanding why I did what I did is to go back and reflect. Together, we’ll evaluate my fragile mental state, poor nutritional choices, and maybe even review some food. So here’s It Happened To Me: I Ate Chilito’s Three Nights in a Row. Alternatively titled Attempting to Substitute Guacamole for Psychotherapy, a Play in Three Acts.
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I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey. When I first heard about The Coshocton Challenge, an endeavor many on The Thrill brought up, but never seriously attempted, I knew that it would have to be my first post. So after Editor-in-Chief Erica Christie brought it up, I peer pressured her into joining me on the first (and hopefully only) attempt of the Coshocton Challenge. The Challenge itself? To eat something substantial (no drinks) from every single fast food restaurant on Coshocton Road. This meant: Subway, Dairy Queen, McDonald’s, Arby’s, Taco Bell, Hardee’s, Tim Horton’s, Wendy’s, Long John Silver’s, Papa John’s, and Chipotle. If you vomit, or stop, you lose. We were to be joined by my roommate and personal Thrill webboi Michael Lahanas, as well as Brady Furlich and Jeffrey Searls, who really wanted to watch. Whether it could be done, whether the human body could sustain that amount of sodium and grease, Erica and I were about to find out. Because we will do anything for content.
For most Kenyonites, November is significant mainly for the monstrous piles of homework and exams that stand between them and Thanksgiving break. For a valiant group of Kenyon writers who have stepped up to the challenge of National Novel Writing Month, November is the month that puts their writing chops – and their sanity – to the test.
For the uninitiated, National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, is an annual event for amateur writers. The goal: 50,000 words between midnight on November 1st and 11:59 PM November 30th. Luckily, Kenyon participants have a built-in support system in KWC-WT, the campus creative writing collective.