As I sat down to write this week’s catchup, I thought to myself, “oof this is gonna be tough, nothing really happened this weekend.” But, as I really reflected, I remembered more and more of the events from the past few days, and realized how perfect it all is. I’d describe the weekend as a collage. Or maybe a tapestry of life at Kenyon. An amalgamation of social spheres— a true microcosm of Kenyon’s student culture. Not only was there original musical theater happening in an art gallery, but there was an a cappella concert both nights, some Greek life cult events, AND some sort of sporting excitement that warranted hordes of loud drunk people around Hanna Hall at 10:30 in the morning. And finally, I’ll expose myself, with as little shame as possible, and say that I attended a murder mystery party and I didn’t hate it. THIS is the Liberal Arts. At Kenyon YOU WILL, GODDAMMIT.
This feature was conceived as a foray into the hearts/minds of Kenyon’s finest artists and writers through the pages of their sketchbooks. This week, we talk with Emma Palley ’20, Kenyon’s premier cheese poet.
We all have that friend who no one wants around, and if you don’t know who that friend is- it’s you (it’s me). You know how you try to get dinner at a different time than them, you ask Satan to spare you, and you make a new GroupMe because even though orientation was “so fun“, you are so over it? You convince yourself that you can avoid them; it’s just mind over matter, mind over matter, mind over–shit. They’re here.
The flu is here. [Ed. So is strep. Watch out, kids.]
Is this a Gambier Grilled/Cove sponsored event? Just this particular driver? Does it count individual orders? Can I pre-order my Mac n Cheese wedges now?
It’s seven (7) days until Valentine’s Day, the least sacred but most nougat-y of holidays, and this is just a friendly PSA to remind you all to adjust the fundamental aspects of your personalities well before the blessed event is upon us. If you wait too long, people are going to be all, “Oh, whatever, he/she’s just bein’ all kewt because he/she wants candy/flowers/weird V-day sex”, but if you do it with a week to spare, you’ll be wearing everyone’s heart on your sleeve. (I really enjoyed disemboweling that metaphor.) Continue reading