Eat Like You Mean It: The Coshocton Challenge, and The Hero’s Journey

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Supersize Me, Daddy

I would like, if I may, to take you on a strange journey. When I first heard about The Coshocton Challenge, an endeavor many on The Thrill brought up, but never seriously attempted, I knew that it would have to be my first post. So after Editor-in-Chief Erica Christie brought it up, I peer pressured her into joining me on the first (and hopefully only) attempt of the Coshocton Challenge. The Challenge itself? To eat something substantial (no drinks) from every single fast food restaurant on Coshocton Road. This meant: Subway, Dairy Queen, McDonald’s, Arby’s, Taco Bell, Hardee’s, Tim Horton’s, Wendy’s, Long John Silver’s, Papa John’s, and Chipotle. If you vomit, or stop, you lose. We were to be joined by my roommate and personal Thrill webboi Michael Lahanas, as well as Brady Furlich and Jeffrey Searls, who really wanted to watch. Whether it could be done, whether the human body could sustain that amount of sodium and grease, Erica and I were about to find out. Because we will do anything for content.

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Klexicon Entry: G is for Gund

via feinknopf.photoshelter.com

via feinknopf.photoshelter.com

Contrary to popular belief, Gund is not one guy. Well, he is. But the people who made a bunch of our buildings aren’t. A quick google search revealed that the GUND Partnership is an architecture firm that partners with many schools including Denison and OSU to design some cool buildings for some campuses. Rumor has it that they’re really weird about trash cans and clocks in most of their buildings. Also, the partnership apparently made Storer acoustically shaped like a cello so that you could hear everything happening from everywhere in the building because they’re evil. Continue reading

Saturday Night Barf Still on Old Kenyon Steps

Clearly this was a worthwhile use of my time.

Clearly this was a worthwhile use of my time.

As I walked past the Old Kenyon steps this morning I thought, “…Is that vomit? Isn’t it Monday?” And then I realized to my quiet horror that there was, in fact, an unassuming vomit puddle sitting outside Old Kenyon that had been there since Saturday night. It would seem that while some people may have lost their black Northfaces on Saturday, others lost a dinner made up entirely of corn. Continue reading

Heaving on the Hill

The final tally, compiled by Elizabeth Norman '16.

The final tally, compiled by Elizabeth Norman ’16.

As Saturday night and the end of the year approach, you may have many things on your mind. Vomiting is probably not one of those things. That being said, whether it’s the plague or too many tequila shots, many at Kenyon have had the experience of upchucking like they were forced to ride the Coney Island Cyclone six times in a row in their time here. Being a staff of intense journalistic integrity and having a reputation for hard-hitting news, we at The Thrill compiled several maps of where we have regurgitated here on The Hill. How do you compare? How do you contrast? Any spots we’ve missed and should get vomiting on? Let us know in the comments!

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