Domino’s Knows I Need A Ride: The Final Time


I did not ride in this fancy car, it was probably a Prius or something, I don’t know for sure.

And we’re back, folks. This is the last time (I promise) that I will tell this story, the story of my travels as a weary first year from South Campus to the lovely Lewis or Norton parking lot.

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Overheard at Kenyon: “It’s only one step from Gollum to Gandhi”

Horny Junior: “I would totally have sex with Simba, but I would marry Mufasa.”

Tasteful First-Year: “No no no–I can tell he’s cool because he wears hoodies under his blazers.”

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