Oberlin Blogs

Generally, I'm a very confident, extroverted person. Unless I'm performing.

Despite study breaks, things still get odd around finals.

Today I'd like to take a moment to think about the natural disaster that struck China one year ago and reflect on the many Chinese people who devoted days and weeks of their lives to trying to make a difference in the aftermath.

I never knew how much Randolph Coleman meant to me and how much of an impact he has made on my life until he retired.

Our trivia team name, which was a great source of pride, was Schindler's Bucket List, only narrowly beating Hotel Rwanda for Dogs.

*Maybe not...

Two more years until I graduate. (Well, three more semesters to be precise, but either way I'm over the hump.) Good thing? Bad thing? There's a saying I've heard a couple of times up in central Maine that I love: "Tough tellin', not knowin'." But I'm enjoying the ride more and more every day. Ayuh.

I know I've already devoted a lot of blog space here to the beauty of the surrounding area in northeast Ohio, but I couldn't help share a couple photographic gems from my Sunday afternoon.

In high school, due surely to a lack of adequate allowance, I sold cans of soda that I bought in bulk from Costco and kept stored in a portable cooler to students just coming out of gym class. It would follow that a lifetime's worth of amateur experience culminated in my participation in the Entrepreneurship Scholars program.

"Zoë," one girl said, "You're halfway done with college." It didn't seem possible. It still doesn't. And, of course, it's true.

There's something cool about occupying spaces that have so much history in them, so many Obies who've lived there in the past...

I've had a request for Circus photos, so I warn you, this is a very photo heavy post. Actually, it's a photo log of the entire show.