Hey. We’ve been through a lot together, you and me. Because I’m a first year Thrill writer, you’ve watched me experience my first Kenyon Halloween, my first Deb Ball, and most recently my second Shock Your Mom (the first was when I got a tattoo last fall, sorry Jules). You’ve watched me grow into the beautiful almost sophomore Thrill Daily Editor butterfly that I am. Good for you.
The last real Kenyon freshman experience I have yet to deal with is the infamous housing lottery. I’ll preface this by saying that I am nowhere near as fucked as the majority of my peers. I was hoping to get a number that would score me a tent on top of Gund lounge or a canoe anchored to the bottom of the Kokosing, but I should’ve known rising juniors would nab all the good housing before the sophomores went. Call me an optimist. Anyway, let’s do this.