Oberlin Blogs

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.

At 2.15pm, the lights went down and the excitement went up. All the writers were introduced, taking bows to waves of applause. The Story Pirates theme song was performed, and the show was on!

This ain't your momma's study abroad.

So visualize this: I'm in my basement this morning, working on my bamboo bicycle, joining the steel remnants of a child-sized bike frame to my bamboo tubes.

Today I visited Career Services to get some quick advice on my résumé and on finding the right gradate program. It feels like I'm a junior in high school all over again.