Oberlin Blogs

Sometimes there's so much going on in a twenty-four hour period that it seems like I should just talk about my day because it gives a hint as to what's happening every day at Oberlin.

My friend Ali is having an art show... and I'm close enough to the process to inhale the paint fumes and clay dust.

A non-exhaustive compilation of rules unique to various professors I've had.

Two parts planning, one part flexibility, five zillion parts luck.

At the end of this semester I'll be done with my biochemistry major, and I'll have only one class left in my creative writing major. That leaves a lot of extra credits to take whatever I want.

So I read and I wrote and I did my problem set and I got nothing else accomplished, meaning that a lot of things from my to-do list have now been pushed onto my "to-do over Fall Break" list.

As soon as we sat down, I was struck by the overwhelming need to pull out my thermo textbook and continue working.

By Tuesday, I came to the realization that the combined course load was, to use a technical Oberlinian term, a shit-ton of work. A shit-ton, by the way, is a highly accurate and precise unit measuring the overwhelmingness of a given task (roughly equivalent to 17.5 shitloads, or 0.86 metric shit-tonnes).

At the start of last week, I was registered for International Politics, Archaeology, and Sociology. By yesterday, I'd dropped all but one of them, leaving me with my schedule for this semester.

College is not practice like high school is practice.

My goal was to graduate without any lingering "I should have done X, Y and Z!" I (almost) succeeded.

I'm trying to legitimize my urge to play with my food, take photos, and make movies. I think my film is a good start in that direction.