Hello again… this is so sad… COVID-19 has ravaged the world and now only sophomores and the first-years are on Kenyon campus and that means no GUESTS and VISITORS… except we at the Thrill are innovators and geniuses so I personally have come up with a tentative shortlist of wonderful guests to bring to campus… this article is a winner, you’ll see.Continue reading
We’ve all eaten market chili at 11:59 on a Monday night crying in our beds rewatching the singing episode of Grey’s Anatomy, rethinking our decision to take five classes while still have a thriving social life. We’ve all slipped in the basement of Old K due to a sad puddle of Keystone, and wished we just stayed in bed eating market chili. We’ve all tried to make a wrap in Peirce because we’re above the bowl issue, but instead pissed off the entire panini press line because the tortilla broke and quinoa is spilling everywhere.
“You don’t KNOW winter,” an upperclassman said, this past September, “just WAIT until February, you’re in for a shock.” Every year, upperclassmen begin their interactions with first year students by telling them that February is going to be the worst thing they’ll ever experience. Fancy buzz words like “polar vortex” and “la niña” are thrown around, and soon enough first years begin to feel the pressure of the six feet of snow that loom ahead.
But it never came.
Peace up, G-Town!! Reading days are now officially OVER, and I hope all those books you read were GREAT because it’s back to the salt mines for all of us. In order to assess current student morale, we asked our readers how their breaks were. Here’s what they told us:
Reading Days? More like weeEEEeEed-ing days (chuckles in a self-satisfied manner).
Imagine the scene, if you will — it was a dark and stormy Monday night, during the halfway-point break of my seminar. I trotted out to Lentz House’s lounge to send a few emails — and there, waiting patiently in my inbox, was salvation. Social salvation, that is, as I’d just been “tapped” to join the new Kenyon branch of “Friendsy.”
What’s Friendsy, you ask? Well, that was my question, too: I assumed it was some friendship-oriented offshoot of Etsy. Luckily, I happened to be surrounded by a ready-made focus group comprised of the other students in my seminar (WHAT UP, Politics Of Transitional Justice 491.01).
“I think it’s supposed to be like ‘frenzy.’ You know, like a frenzy of friend-making,” offered Colin Finnegan ’15.
“I thought it was like a onesie. Like a friendship onesie,” opined Molly Halberstadt ’15.
Intrigued, I clicked onward, only to discover that Friendsy is basically a OkCupid/Tinder hybrid — but for college-specific friendship. Sort of like Facebook, but with a strong “this is not-so-secretly a hookup app” vibe. Continue reading