You might not have heard yet, but we are in the midst of a pandemic. I am a drama major, which has become an increasingly irresponsible life decision. But hey, I’m all about following my heart. I’d follow my heart right off a cliff.Continue reading
I’m sure you’ve also been targeted by Kate Hudson’s notorious Fabletics scam somewhere on your Facebook feed. I’m usually pretty cautious of falling into traps of 30 day trials and VIP packages of B-List celebrity workout clothing. So I never thought International Sensation Rihanna would be the one to bring me down. To bring us all down. Continue reading
The Thrill staff all had great breaks, thanks for asking! Here are some of the highlights.
- My permanent wire retainer broke and I had to pay $600 to get a new one.
- Two of my aunts spent 10 minutes arguing about whether I had gained or lost weight.
- I spent an hour listening to my cousin pronounce Foucault like “Foul-cawlt.”
Picture this: it is your second weekend on The Hill. You and your friends have just skillfully finessed your way into LAX NCA, where the music is loud, the heat is oppressive, and some sophomore is dry-heaving into a bag of Doritos. You stay for a few minutes — just long enough to acquaint yourself with the entire first floor of Gund — before receding back into the tepid womb that is your first-year dorm.
Upon waking up the next morning, you feel different. Perhaps, you suppose, you’re a changed woman — perhaps last night’s sweaty pilgrimage finally transformed you into the poised, self-sufficient, borderline emaciated Kenyon girl that you’ve always aspired to be.
As it turns out, you’ve just developed a massive ulcer.
Breakups are rough, fellas, and that’s true regardless of where or when they happen. But some are a little more crappy than others.Continue reading