Oberlin Blogs

Entirely belated musings on the end of winter term and the death of a famous explorer by beach-stabbing. I know that it's Alexandre, not Alexander, but I feel like he'd be cool with it.

Another obvious piece of advice that it took me a relatively long time to grasp.

My books, my clothes, my hair even, are scattered all over the place-- all over my room, my friends' rooms, my room in Tucson. It's hard not to be scatter-brained when everything else seemingly is.

When I was in my end-of-semester-only-able-to-think-in-wordplay stage, National Story Translating Month (a nod to NaNoWriMo) was the title I almost gave my winter term project, which was translating a German short story into English. Luckily, a friend intervened and I ended up calling it "Winter Term German Translation Intensive." Alas, sometimes professionalism has to win out over cleverness.

This is a place with an aura of calm, a history of progress. But Oberlin is a part of the rest of the world, which means that the world's problems are ours, too.

Oberlin was supposed to exemplify the post racial, post discriminatory society we hope to converge to. Instead, we are served with piercing words that are so unspeakably prejudiced.

This is the primary view that I was afforded of the man behind the voice of the Harry Potter audiobooks, one night during Winter Term.

Examining contemporary photography and the changes in my life since I came to Oberlin.

The unofficial winter term project name is The Need to Feed. The unofficial unofficial project name is OMG WTF (Wow, That Food!) WINTER TERM.

My new friends have paws, hooves, horns, and attitude. I wish you could meet them, but pictures will just have to do.

Includes lots and lots of photos. Get ready.

We may be fearless, but we're certainly not sleepless.