The Kenyon College Political Science Department and Satan have teamed up to provide us with the antiquated tradition, Comps: a two-day-long examination in which PSCI majors develop arthritic hands and the ability to graduate, but in the end, have nothing to show for all their hard work because it’s a test. Academia sure is sweet.
Well, April Fools’ Day was Wednesday, which means the fools were out in force. Did you get pranked? I sure did. Boy, they got me good. I really just did not see the prank coming, and then it was right there in my face. After I realized it was just a joke, I had a good laugh, but I think the jokesters probably got the best of me this time. I’ll get them back someday; they’ll pay for what they did. It’s the Friday Ketchup.
Rumor has it that there’s a room in Caples….a room that only men can live in because girls can’t handle all that ghost shit. When we brought this rumor up in our weekly meeting, an editor was quick to point out that she, in fact, lives there.
Soiree was on Saturday night, and everyone went into it with preconceived notions passed down by seniors prior. As Summer teaches us, what you expect is never how it really is. Put on The Smiths and see how things really unfolded.*
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Reality:
The Kenyon Thrill 