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.
Hey, sports fans! This is Zoë Appelbaum, reporting LIVE from a Kenyon College recreational tennis match. We are mere minutes away from starting, though it looks like neither of the teams has actually made their way out onto the court.Continue reading
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.
Some say it’s over-the-clothes heavy petting, others say it’s a little bit of hanky panky with the peepees and weenies, but the fact of the matter is that “second base” is an ambiguous intimate activity that no one is quite sure how to define. We all know first base is kissing, third base is sex, and fourth base ghosting, but here’s a few things second base might refer to:
Snowboarding enters Pierce, walking on the seal like they always do. The just came out of their 9:40 class where they made wildly outrageous comments, using the right words but always producing an incoherent conclusion. Snowboarding is the type of kid that doesn’t use shower shoes but does own a blow dryer. They’ve been known to fuck up royally, time and time again, but their friends forgive them and like to tell the story of that one time, freshman year, when Snowboarding did an air-to-fakie-mclovin-ollie-nickolas-cage-switch-flip-shaun-white-bring-back-your-long-hair-1080 out of the bullseye window.
Snowboarding settles down on old side with a Peirce Cup full of whole milk.
Even though it’s cooled down recently, the weather this weekend proved that it is definitely springtime. And with that, Kenyon students are starting to practice an new set of sports. Of course, there are the ones you expect – lacrosse, cross country, and the like – but Kenyon is actually home to many other, more unique sports. Here, I’ve compiled a list of the most noteworthy teams to join. Continue reading