Oberlin Blogs

Seven (hopefully sometimes interesting) things a day. Seven days. This is what I did with my week.

Or, "This is a terrible idea!" (Inside: helpful faculty; I hate the GRE; Career Services rocks)

When we ambled around Tappan Square, I was the head of the lion, hearkening back to the first time I did the lion dance. My lovely friend who was the tail was also the person who danced with me that first time.

As an upperclassman, I seem to be endowed with magical powers and abilities.

Most colleges give their students a choice between traditional housing and fraternities or sororities. Oberlin, being Oberlin, has a different--and much wider--array of choices. Case in point: Sci-Fi Hall, where I now live.

A mini-manifesto from a mini-chef.

I learned a whole new language upon matriculating at Oberlin. Here's your crash course!

As Robert Frost said, "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I — I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." My road has led me to Abu Dhabi. I hope that wherever yours takes you - Oberlin or elsewhere - it will make all the difference in your story.

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).

Please note the lovely framed Animorphs poster and the lovely Penang flag.

A couple design- and Oberlin!-related posters and a reason why everyone should want to be a blogger... Wait. Summer was only 2 weeks ago?!

I would say today was a total success: lots of cool looking bikes, bike paraphernalia all over the place, and hundreds of enthusiastic people outside during one of the most pleasant days of September.