Oberlin Blogs

A final week with the Pirates... a wayfaring seafaring voyage that will take me to the ends of the world...err... New York.

I thought I'd share with you 10 things I have learned during my time at home, and despite their narrow margin of relevance, maybe they'll come in handy someday.

German, food, and friends. Good times, free time, and endless hectares of vocabulary to learn. Co-oping, the present perfect, and the biting cold.

The movie centered on Darius, a 15-year-old with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Darius' brother Mario died of the same disease when he was 19, and Darius talks about his brother occasionally during the film.

This mix of people leads me to a very important topic: food. Malaysia, and particularly Penang, where my grandparents live, is well-known on those travel cooking shows for having amazing food. Those shows aren't lying.

Bartok and Techno, but not at the same time.

She told me how excited she was about the reading, and went on with something to the effect of: "I feel like all you creative writing majors have this separate writing world you live in sometimes. It's obviously such a huge part of your lives, and yet most of the rest of us never get to be a part of it."

Tomorrow marks both the end of the Border Studies program orientation and the end of Bush's reign. Now the real work begins.

In this post: the inadequacy of my wit, avoidance of bad ad copy, books I should read, and Nick Hornby.

"I've never been to Seattle," I said, imagining gray skies, coffee, comic books and indie bands.

I crossed the border for the first time today, and witnessed firsthand the tragedies and ironies of our immigration system.

The party-goers are riveted, seeing their words transformed into a play in front of their eyes. The skits are performed with wacky costumes, wigs, and glasses, much in the style that children would play dress-up and make up stories.