Hello, dear Thrill readers. It is your editor in chiefs, Reilly and Ellie. You might have noticed that we haven’t vacated this office as is traditional, and we noticed that too. We are in fact here to stay, here to play, here to have some fun in the sun from our New Apt and our “large property full of deers” (Ellie’s description of her home). We hope you’re setting into your first week nicely and enjoyed the meatloaf for dinner tonight (whether your mom made it or you had it from Peirce).Continue reading
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Senior Expectations: Fandango
100 days until graduation did you say?! We sure did. The class of 2020 and our beloved faculty will be getting wasted together in a ritual known as Fandango that takes place in the Gund Commons Ballroom on Friday evening. What do we expect from this one of a kind evening? Let us tell you…
Thrill Seniors Reminisce: Pipe Cats, Mitski, Jon Hamm and Other Things
The year was 2016, the Zika virus was afoot, Ryan Lochte lied about being robbed at gunpoint at the Rio Olympics, Kim Kardashian was actually robbed at gunpoint in Paris, and the class of 2020 settled into life at Kenyon. It may have only been around 4 years ago, but life was different and the time is ripe for us to lotion up our liver spots, pop in our orthopedic shoes, and chomp down on our dentures, as we reminisce about back in the day…
Seniors React: Last Halloweekend
This past weekend, we gathered as ghouls, goblins, niche movie characters, and more for our final celebration of Halloween on this hill. Does Halloween exist like this outside this bubble? None of us can remember, but we sure as hell are about to find out! As the celebration of this spooky holiday has come to a close, we asked our senior writers to reflect upon their last ever college Halloweekend.
The Thrill’s Senior Year Bucket List
It’s senior year and we’ve all swam in the Kokosing, smoked at sunset point, made out at sunset point, gotten too drunk at Send Off and dreamed of becoming a great chef, despite being a rat in an intensely rodent-phobic profession, moved to Paris to follow this dream on the advice of a rotund, french acid flashback, and with the help of a weak-ass garbage boy as our beard, worked in the kitchen, and eventually got the chance to prove our culinary abilities to a daddy long-leg lookin’ food critic, who turns out to have been bullied as a child and just needed some squash to feel better.
But again, it’s senior year and we have to find something new to do to pass the time before we kick the bucket, and finally descend from this hill that has looked more and more like a collection of dentist’s offices since we’ve gotten here.