The morning of September 18th, the fire alarm went off in both Mather and McBride residence halls as a result of a gas leak that, in a surprise plot-twist to the Mather students who smelled gas while reluctantly exiting their rooms, was not in the building but was actually in Allen House. Due to the early hour and the… alarming nature of the alarm, many students had not yet arisen from bed, dressed themselves, showered, or gathered their class materials––or any materials at all for that matter. Some exited their buildings with only a towel and whatever bit of dignity they had left. As students flocked from their dorms to Gund Commons to Peirce to their classes, those unaware of the situation were seemingly indifferent to the pajama-clad first year students, paying them little attention at all, but I’d like to imagine a world where the best-dressed (or best not-so-dressed) evacuees of Mather and McBride were given the spotlight they deserve, so here’s what a Mather-McBride Evacuee Fashion Show might have looked like.
Honest to God it’s a Texas tradition to give everyone you know a monogrammed gift when you graduate high school. So when I rolled up to Kenyon for the first time it’s accurate to say that I had never seen a pair of clogs before or been in a room with more than five liberals at a time. Continue reading
I am having a truly unique sophomore year. In the fall, I was a CA in McBride. For the Spring, I’ve moved to be a CA in Mather. I was placed in Lewis freshman year, and I thought I had escaped living in one of the weird brick beasts, the dungeon halls that make you feel like you’re living in a video game and carrying a torch down a secret passageway to slay a lizard. Turns out, I won the lottery! I get to live in BOTH of them! As a SOPHOMORE! In ONE YEAR! Hurrah! Since moving into Mather, I’ve started to pick up on the slight differences between the two buildings and their communities. And that got me thinking– what makes Mather, Mather? What makes McBride, McBride? And thus began my study.
Kenyon likes to boast about how all our doors lock like they are supposed to. However, the Caples door reportedly doesn’t lock in the winter and there’s a door on the far side of Mather that you can apparently just rip open. But this story isn’t about either of those doors. This story is about a time when I went to one of the Mather doors, other than the one that you can rip open, put my debit card up to the card reader, and opened it.
Hey. We’ve been through a lot together, you and me. Because I’m a first year Thrill writer, you’ve watched me experience my first Kenyon Halloween, my first Deb Ball, and most recently my second Shock Your Mom (the first was when I got a tattoo last fall, sorry Jules). You’ve watched me grow into the beautiful almost sophomore Thrill Daily Editor butterfly that I am. Good for you.
The last real Kenyon freshman experience I have yet to deal with is the infamous housing lottery. I’ll preface this by saying that I am nowhere near as fucked as the majority of my peers. I was hoping to get a number that would score me a tent on top of Gund lounge or a canoe anchored to the bottom of the Kokosing, but I should’ve known rising juniors would nab all the good housing before the sophomores went. Call me an optimist. Anyway, let’s do this.
So we all know that there’s a mural on almost every hall of Mather and McBride, but unless we live on that hall, or have good friends that live on that hall, we never actually see them.
For example, just last week I was doing my laundry in McBride and I decided to walk through first floor short side for the first time, when I saw this:
It’s a beautiful sunset mural on short side that no one ever sees because NO ONE goes to first floor short side unless they live there. But it’s a shame, because in the words of a long side resident “it makes me feel like I’m in the Lion King!” So I wondered, what other treasures our lovely residences could be hiding.
As of today, February 16th 2015, there are exactly two Mather buildings on this campus. Legend has it that there was a third member of the Mather clan, Philip Mather, former home of the Chemistry department before it was torn down in 2001. Rest in pieces, Pmather. That really doesn’t roll off the tongue quite as well as Smather does…maybe that’s why they got rid of it. Continue reading