The Thrill‘s intrepid new journalists take on the annual Peircegiving feast for the very first time.
Most of the time we try to keep it light-hearted over here at The Thrill, but I feel that now is the time of year to get real with our emotions. It’s Peircegiving time. The time of year when we hold our friends and their friends close, and tell everyone just how Peirceful we are for one another. In the spirit of the season, I’d like to give Peirces for just a few of the great many things that I am blessed to have in my life this Peircegiving time. Continue reading
The year was 1621 when those from Old side and those from New side came together for their first Peircegiving. Old siders brought the blue Powerade. New siders brought their freshly bleached hair, the color of maize. Continue reading
Pre-Peircegiving: What are you Peirceful for? I’m Peirceful for the sweet promise of sleep, for asparagus, and free refills. I’m Peirceful for clearance sections, textbook buyback, and bad television, too. But you know what I’m most Peirceful for? Peircegiving, baby. Where I can chug as much smashed potatoes as my sinful little heart can tolerate.
What’s up nerds? Annie and I are two of the Thrill’s first year writers and we’re experiencing the joy, fear, ironic detatchment and ecstasy of Peircegiving for the first time as we speak. For your reading pleasure, we’re gonna live-blog the whole damn thing.
Every year on the Thursday before Thanksgiving Break, Peirce takes on a task like no other: feeding the whole school and community a meal they’ll never forget, with courses and desserts aplenty. Here are some important Peircegiving Facts to keep in mind as you chow down on the best meal of the year. Here’s what you’ll encounter: Continue reading
The sweetest day of the year has come and gone, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still thinking about it. The crushing and let’s admit it, suffocating after effects of Peircegiving are worth the unabashed bliss shared by all from the first forkful to the last. Today, we take you through a journey of long lines, eating marathons, and potatoes. Ladies and gentlemen, the five stages of Peircegiving.
Quiet yet Deadly Tension
The dining hall is full of hungry and excited individuals, ready for allegedly the best meal of their life. Spirits are high, but each and everyone is on full alert, waiting for the one brave soul to get in line. Heads turn when even a single person decides to stand up. The screech of a chair being pushed back is noticed by all. Waiting for that moment of pure blissful disaster.