Oberlin Blogs

Please note the lovely framed Animorphs poster and the lovely Penang flag.

I thought I would have a pretty relaxing week, during which I could do things like unpack, hang up posters, and read all the YA novels that are still on my 'to read' list. That's not what's happened.

The transfer hall is this great jumping-off place. It's where new students that have attended another college can come get their bearings together and not feel like they are alone with their war-stories of places that didn't fit them.

By the time we signed the lease, the one thing that I really remembered about the house we were going to rent was that it had a huge bathroom.

Well, no. I'm not actually going to talk about sex. Not no never. I've always been a believer that sex is sort of like music. You don't talk about making it. If you're good at it you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you're not good at it.

There's the thumbs, but there's also a crude representation of a llama (apparently) to make a proposal and knocking in the air to signal agreement with a statement.

I've spent the last week preparing to leave Harkness, the co-op where I've lived since my freshman year. So - to alleviate my own nostalgia, as well as give some info to folks who are filling out their housing forms - here's a little bit about Harkness.

Then, abruptly, the year ended. Everyone went home.

Housing registration, class registration, and how I (probably) picked my major.

One can learn a lot about a person's home. Even MTV knows that.

I've been haunted in my sleep, you've been starring in my dreams, school I miss you...

Why live off campus?