Oberlin Blogs

Remember when I said I "will often go to mildly extravagant lengths to craft a present"? That might have been an understatement.

Explanation: I showed up at a bloggers' meeting without my computer, but with my camera. I was going to chat for a bit and then go, but Ma'ayan pointed out that there was a chalkboard in the room and challenged me to tell a story in nothing but photos. This is the result.

Why do I feel like a crazy person? I am a senior now. Oberlin, even with the all-nighters, the snowy Aprils, the death icicles looming on my roof, mouthfuls of saltless co-op lentils, has been nurturing me this whole time with arms wide open. Oberlin and I have been spooning for three and a half years, and I'm about to be kicked out of bed into a pair of knobbly hobbit-shoes.

In this post: rollin' like a G; how to succeed as Editor-in-Chief of an independent news organization without really trying; being elected to a board of directors when you just wanted to sit in on a meeting for the sole purpose of making witty side comments; thinking about things like an adult (even though it's terrifying).

If you have not woken up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland before, I do not recommend doing so. It's like waking up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland.

SJI sessions stimulate, inspire, and cause students to examine why they are involved in the issues and causes they are involved in.

My schedule in summary - which is more or less tacit apology for not blogging sooner, or more often.

I am learning to fully embrace my membership to an exclusive 40,000 person club.

Of Unitarian Universalism and silkscreened t-shirts.

a shared sense of preparation and anticipation

One of teaching's satisfactions is learning new things from students.

Having the museum open again is like breathing clearly after recovering from a bad cold.