Unfortunately, I’ve never had much luck in the way of teeth. My mouth is a wonderland of holes and misplaced protrusions. But one mystery in particular has been a source of ire for me, which is how I’m missing my left maxillary lateral incisor. I got no tooth there.
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Don’t be scared… I’ve done this before… show me your teeth
When you go to school on top of a tiny hill surrounded by cow pastures and corn fields, sometimes you have to turn to unique ways to get your kicks. Some get really into power walking, some decide to drop acid in Mather, and those of us who enjoy the simple pleasures turn to teeth. What’s better than letting your fingertips sink into through a barrel of pearl-like fangs à la Amélie while you listen to a playlist consisting solely of “Teeth” by Lady Gaga and “Tusk” by Fleetwood Mac? Nothing! That’s as good as it gets, let me tell you. Below are some of the most reliable tooth-mining places I’ve found at Kenyon, so have at it!
The Thrill is now opening its doors to the world of dreams. Do you dream? Are your dreams fascinating, frightening, or a little bit freaky? The Thrill wants to know about them, so that we can help you make sense of that hazy place known as dreamland. Send us your dreams and I will use my expertise (a strange interest in dreams, a shady website entitled whatyourdreamsmean.com, and my two-month-long profession as a psychology major) to give your dream symbolic meaning.
Dear Izzy,
