The fuck is a market dog?

Greetings, ladies, gents, and those who do not fall within the suffocating constraints of the gender binary. Let me get straight to the point. I seek to answer an age-old question plaguing many a Kenyon student: what the fuck is a market dog? This coveted commodity, supposedly more than just a hot dog, is sold for 75 cents apiece at the Village Market. However, these things of legend are but a mere fraction of the great body of Kenyon lore. But they are a mere fraction no more. On Tuesday, April 9, myself and some of my idiot friends set out to answer this question for ourselves.

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Ask the Thrill: Market Choices!

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Hello all! It is I, the Question Goblin! In this segment, I ask the Thrill staff lots of fun questions and get some diverse and unique opinions! This week I asked the Thrill staff this:

What do you get from the market when you’re at your lowest emotional point?

And boy did I get some fun answers!

Sarah Hoffmann, Editor-in-Chief

“I’ll buy anywhere between three and five Vitamin Waters at once. Also Munchies.”

Colleen Kemp, Daily Editor

“A single potato from the produce section. Retail price: 76 cents.”

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We Tried to Draw Maps of Kenyon from Memory and This is What Happened

We Tried to Draw Maps of Kenyon from Memory and This is What Happened

The Kenyon College campus: what a beauty (shhh ignore the construction everywhere). We walk its paths everyday. We circumvent its seal in Peirce each meal. We marvel at the Twilight zone atmosphere of the temporary bookstore/old market each dawn and dust. And yes, we spend the majority of our time on the hill, but how well do we really know its lay out? How accurately can we map the campus from Bexley to Old K? Or actually, from Snowden to the Tafts? This is what happened when we tested our spacial knowledge… Continue reading

10 o’clock list: Places to Get Food After the Market Closes at 6 pm

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Hey, you! I haven’t seen you in forever! How is Stats going? Did you finally figure out what was causing that electrical humming in your room? No? Well, how’s your food situation? I heard that someone saw you crying outside of the Market while listening to the Monster Mash, but don’t worry, we’ve all been there. Here’s some advice for those cold nights when you forget that your source for Spongebob popsicles closes at 6 pm. Stay strong buddy, we’re all rooting for you.

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