So, it’s that time again. You finally remember to call your family, they ask you how your weekend was, and you don’t have an answer. What are you supposed to say, that you partied so hard you don’t actually remember your weekend? Having some pre-prepared white lies to these questions can help you get out of situations like this. Luckily, they’re so simple, you can remember them no matter how hungover you are.Continue reading
Deb Ball is most certainly a unique Kenyon rite of passage. We’ve all seen too much, we’ve all done too much, none of which we can unsee or undo. We asked our new (first-year) writers to reflect and share their first times. Continue reading
You’re an upperclassman, and living that apartment life is feeling pretty great right about now. Peirce is only serving pasta marinara and cold squash again? Not a problem for you, because you have some mac and cheese at home just waiting to be warmed up on the stove top of your sweet, sweet kitchenette. Hate wearing flip flops, but hate foot fungus even more? Step right into your very own shower. Feels good, doesn’t it? You love your apartment, and you love your roommates. But more importantly, you love to party. And where parties are, first years will surely follow. These are….the first years who will crash your party and drink all your Keystone.
- Girl who thought her friend would be here by now. “Hi,” she says, checking her phone when you open the door. “Amanda told me to come. Is she here?” You aren’t exactly sure which Amanda she’s talking about (you know a lot of Amandas) but you let her in. She sits on your couch and checks Instagram all night. Amanda never shows. Continue reading
It’s been a minute, hasn’t it? I don’t have much to say about this past weekend. It happened, and boy it felt like most other weekends. What a rush! Here’s what you had to say about various debaucherous escapades and keggers and the DJ at club Olin
I did lots of yelling this weekend. *yells*
It was a very good weekend for a variety of reasons
Happy first week back on campus! How are your classes? Are your professors chill as hell? Want to eat lunch with me because I’m desperately alone and bereft of hope? Any fun holiday stories?
Oh, you don’t care. The weekend is fast approaching, and all you care about is twisting the night away with all two of your closest pals. You’re ready to twerk to some Miley Cyrus, 2014-style. I totally understand.
But if I may, your style of partying sounds a little… selfish. I mean, who’s really benefitting from your weekend plans? Wouldn’t you rather party with a purpose? Don’t you want to help people while getting down with your bad self?
If that sounds appealing, look no further than PHILANTHRODANCE, a cool get-together meant to make the world around us just a little bit better. For more details, I interviewed Peter Granville ’16 and Gibson Oakley ’16, president and vice president of the Phi Kappa Tau fraternity.
If you’re like me, you probably show up at small campus gatherings looking like this and smelling like this while still expecting to successfully socialize with seven to ten strangers. Unfortunately, that shit don’t work. Through careful research (which primarily involved me searching for the word “meh” on the Google), I’ve developed a strategy guide to make you a relatively okay partygoer. I can’t make you into a party superstar, but I can certainly put you right in the middle of the pack. I mean, hell, we can’t all achieve our dreams. Lower your expectations. Geez.
Full weekend lineup after the jump!