Hey everyone! I have some exciting news, over winter break I was named The Kenyon Thrill’s newest sports reporter! Just in time I might add. I’m pretty sure there’s a big game coming up, either football or hockey or something. I haven’t been able to find anything about it on the Kenyon website though so it’s probably fine. You lovely readers would tell me if I was missing something right?Continue reading
When I came to Kenyon College, I expected to have freedom that I didn’t have in high school. I had a myriad of new opportunities, like sports, or tabletop RPGs. The world was my oyster. But then I joined some a cappella group and now I’m obligated to go to twenty other a cappella concerts a year. Don’t make the same mistake as me kids. Continue reading
As I sat down to write this week’s catchup, I thought to myself, “oof this is gonna be tough, nothing really happened this weekend.” But, as I really reflected, I remembered more and more of the events from the past few days, and realized how perfect it all is. I’d describe the weekend as a collage. Or maybe a tapestry of life at Kenyon. An amalgamation of social spheres— a true microcosm of Kenyon’s student culture. Not only was there original musical theater happening in an art gallery, but there was an a cappella concert both nights, some Greek life cult events, AND some sort of sporting excitement that warranted hordes of loud drunk people around Hanna Hall at 10:30 in the morning. And finally, I’ll expose myself, with as little shame as possible, and say that I attended a murder mystery party and I didn’t hate it. THIS is the Liberal Arts. At Kenyon YOU WILL, GODDAMMIT.
Jocks and theatre kids. Comparing them is like comparing apples to oranges; There are actually a lot of similarities and that idiom has never made sense.Continue reading
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Bingo. You’ve heard the name before, I’m sure. It’s a sport that’s not for the faint of heart — a game that involves some elbow grease and a particular skill set. I’m sure I’m not alone when I say my heart skips a beat when I spy a Social Board email in my Inbox inviting me for a night of debauchery.
If you happen to be passing Old Side of Peirce Hall around 8:30 p.m. on a weeknight, you might just think you’re seeing a random mass of humans, but the composition of humans that make up Bingo on a weekend night has some outstanding characters.
Here are just a few of the individuals you’ll meet at Bingo.