It’s that special time of year, everyone: when our elders come up with fun, exciting ways to further test our knowledge. It feels like a final countdown. Ever since you got that final study guide from your professor or were assigned that final project, your stomach dropped. The amount of work before you seemed impossible. You looked around your fellow classmates and easily could see them making it through the next few weeks, but you knew you wouldn’t be so lucky. As a first year, I keep waiting for upperclassmen to volunteer as tribute for me, but so far no luck. In other words, we have all reached the Hunger Games of Kenyon: Finals Week. Continue reading
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As the witching hour drew nearer, students began to crawl out of their study caves in the hope of rapidly consuming sugar and caffeine.
More photos from Midnight Breakfast after the jump!
That magical evening is upon us once more: Midnight breakfast. Head over to Peirce between 10:00 p.m. and midnight to consume mass quantities of breakfast food and candy served to you by Kenyon faculty and staff. Tomorrow your professors will hand you a blue book that will give you carpal tunnel and crush your soul, but tonight they will be handing you sweet, gooey cinnamon rolls. If only blue books tasted as good as cinnamon rolls.
Twice a year, we gather for a feast unlike any other, for it occurs at an hour incongruous with its culinary genre. It is a feast of mythical proportions, with immortals coming down to earth to serve us portions of eggs, sausage and french toast. It is MIDNIGHT BREAKFAST.
This year, we spotted Dean of Students Hank Toutain and Provost Nayef Samhat, among other Kenyon luminaries. Conspicuously absent, however, was President S. Georgia Nugent. Oh Nuge, where art thou?
Also exciting, there is a salad bar. Filled with candy. It forever settles the debate between lettuce and chocolate. Spoiler alert: Chocolate is better than lettuce.
More photos post-jump. Continue reading