Oberlin Blogs

Turns out even the pickiest eater can chow down co-op style.

First off, we became an unofficial SexCo...

I'm cyber-wallowing in tearful joy at the new crop of Oberlin grads. Lots of metaphorical drinking in this one.

The ExCo that taught me how to do it right.

"Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas any more."

Quick, name Oberlin's school colors. If you said crimson and gold, you owe me $5.

That, I suppose, is as fitting a metaphor as any for the end of my college time. We, in some small way, touch a place, it touches us, and then we move on.

There's no place like home...

The proposal llama is one of several esoteric hand symbols used during co-op discussions at Oberlin. Here is the story of how it originated.

I learned that storing freshly spray painted lanterns in your room is usually a bad idea and I learned how to eat chicken feet.

The tenth annual Big Parade: an afternoon of relaxation, ingenuity, and stilts.

These are a few of my favorite things...