Oberlin Blogs

In order to give myself a break from sitting at my computer, paralyzed by my probably needless anxiety, I will write about a simpler time, a time when finals were a distant specter and winter break was eons away - last week.

...but this entry has nothing to do with Sgt. Pepper or the Beatles.

Final exams are upon us here at Oberlin College, which means I have acquired a fresh contingent of acquaintances. They are called Memorization and More Memorization, and, to use an American expression, we've gotten super-duper close lately.

And the music, of course.

The uncertainty never ends! One day I will come to grips with this, and my mother (and my cell phone bill) will rejoice.

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

Unsurprisingly, it turned out that sometime last week was Thanksgiving Day in the United States. I really should have been aware of this, given that my obsession with the festivities surrounding this November supper run astonishingly deep for someone who grew up in Zimbabwe where turkeys, if they ever existed there, had probably long buckled under societal pressure and just converted themselves into either chickens or cows or zebras in order to fit in.

I cheer, you cheer, we all cheer for future!

What happens when Architecture in Helsinki joins forces with Oberlin? I vomit happiness and bright colors all over my screen and call it a post of thanksgiving, that's what.

Here's to Thanksgiving exploits and a belated summary of fall break adventures.

Where I run out of things to say about fruit and keep talking. Please do not read if you're in a serious mood.

Through my own personal failings, it is my wish that you will become enriched with wisdom.