Oberlin Blogs

In which my Oberlin family and I team up to send you a slightly belated valentine.

...I wanna write you a (winter term) blog post. That's how the song goes, right?

With some pretty provocative pictures inside...

I have been told that if you see a white squirrel on an Oberlin tour, it's good luck. I never went on a tour as a pre-Obie, but I know that seeing one (or five!) in Tappan Square truly makes my day every time.

Obies just make Thanksgiving better. I think that might sum up this entire post in one sentence.

The dilemma I am attempting to resolve is whether or not I should buy an e-reader, and, if I get one, what kind I should get. This might seem like an oddly personal and peripheral topic, but it is not. I tell you now, without any exaggeration whatsoever, that my dithering represents the struggles of our society's collective conscience.

Ain't it funny how the night moves? And the day? And the weeks?

I made the choice to stay on campus this fall break, partly to decompress from midterms and gear up for the next half of the semester, and partly just to embrace that deceptive stillness.

The womb chair, taken on the macro-scale, is an analogy for the soft, supportive, wonderful, dreamy bubble of Oberlin.

Or, why calculus is not for me.

A brief introduction to me, for you.

On many an occasion during and after orientation when I have had to introduce myself, I have encountered a number of interesting scenarios in which my first name ignited a hilarious chain of events.