Welcome to the 18th edition of ‘Gambier Ink!’ I decided to bring this feature into 2020 with a bit of a flare. I asked a few first-years about their tattoos and their possible significance. Completely by accident, I actually made a great argument for why 18 year olds should not have the ability to put permanent ink on their bodies. **Content warning: 3 out of the 4 of these tattoos are feet tats (completely accidental, I swear)… Forgive the borderline pornographic and obscene images I have attached.
In this feature, The Thrill will showcase a typical day of a member of the Kenyon Community: student, faculty, or staff. If you have nominations for people to be showcased, please share them in the comments or email us at email@example.com. Today, we feature a middle path pebble.
7:00 am The early morning sunlight hits my body. It warms me up from the frost of the night. Such bliss, such tranquility. I am one among brothers, sisters, friends, family and lovers. We all snuggle close as we meet the new day. Hello Kenyon College. It’s me a middle path pebble. Get ready to step into my shoes because I so often end up in yours…
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You had some questions, I thought of some answers. Sit back and enjoy. Continue reading
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up and down again!
From Boots by Rudyard Kipling
Kenyon students are definitely boot wearers (though we aren’t imperialists like Mr. Kipling). The snow, the mud, and our coolness factor all necessitate the use of boots. But in the wintertime we fall into two camps: those who wear snow boots and those who wear regular, uninsulated, boots.
Coming from a cold climate, I am perfectly fine in my uninsulated L.L. Bean boots, and I am not alone. Despite the recent cold snap, I have still seen far more pairs of uninsulated boots on the feet of Kenyon students. I have a few theories as to why this might be. Continue reading
Last night I holed up in Olin till the nerd bell chimed, and the evening prompted a lot of walking: around the Atrium, up to the 3rd floor to visit friends, down to the vending machine to stock up on Cheez-Its and shitty coffee. Creature of comfort that I am, I opted to do all this pacing barefoot. However, I noticed a few people raising their eyebrows at my feet. I began to wonder if I was breaching some unwritten law of Olin comportment – thou shalt not doff thy shoes in the library, lest thee be stared at and deemed weird and overly-at-home-in-public-spaces.
What say you, readers?