It is with a heavy heart that we, Jane Zisman ’20 and Lillian Fox Peckos ’20, write to you today. Sadly, our semester was cut short, and thus so was our time as editors-in-chief. We have loved serving you from our humble beginnings to our jaded final days and we hope you will continue to laugh and jest during these shitty times. Continue reading
The Kenyon College Political Science Department and Satan have teamed up to provide us with the antiquated tradition, Comps: a two-day-long examination in which PSCI majors develop arthritic hands and the ability to graduate, but in the end, have nothing to show for all their hard work because it’s a test. Academia sure is sweet.
The big VD is approaching fast, yes we mean venereal disease, but also, we mean Valentine’s Day, and oh boy are you sweatin’ because you haven’t found a hot honey to shower with chef Jeremy bars. We know the remedy for anxiety, we know how to scratch that itch, we know how to plug your wounds: sign up for a Peirce Date.
The Kenyon Thrill 