Okay, I know every college student since the beginning of higher education likes to complain about their dormitory, but here’s the thing: Watson dorm is unlike any other dorm experience you can or will have on Kenyon’s campus. I have lived here since August (with the added bonus of moving in early, as a Peer Counselor for training) and I have compiled such a wide and vast collection of experiences in this place that it feels like I’ve lived seven separate lives, all of which have been marked by some absolutely batshit occurrences. Nothing you will read on this or any website will be able to convey to you the full experience, but come with me, won’t you? Come with me on this journey.
You probably saw a Thrill post a couple weeks ago about the two people with best and worst lottery numbers meeting and having a polite but ultimately sad conversation in Peirce. Remember how bad you felt for #1335? You’re about to get a whole lot sadder!
Abigail Saltzman ’20 and Cat Smith ’20 are currently roommates in Norton, and have been planning to live together as sophomores for quite a while. They had reasonable aspirations, or so they thought. Having enjoyed the all-female Norton this year, they were hoping for a spot in Bushnell, a typically sophomore dorm with a similar atmosphere.
What ended up happening was worse than they could have ever imagined. Cat and Abigail were the second to last pair of roommates to pick their housing in the entire school. Luckily, they lived to tell the tale.
Otherwise known as, the “I have no money, if you lend me some shots I’ll pay you back?” Fine, but only because I value the social relation of reciprocity, not your friendship. This cocktail isn’t really a cocktail, but more a set of contingency plans for those nights when you’re at the mercy of everyone else’s liquor cupboard. Here’s how to make it: Continue reading