Oberlin Blogs

Thoughts on finals, US Senate campaigns, and intersections therein.

Rarely are student and faculty Circadian rhythms more out of sync than at the end of a semester.

Even after hours of playing music, listening to music, talking about music, sleeping, and doing everything that has nothing to do with college admissions, my work follows me home...

This utter lack of warmth and sun, combined with the rampant insomnia and overwhelming amount of work, makes the campus seem less like sweet, pastoral, rural Ohio and more like a scene from Doctor Zhivago.

It took putting 3 ten-page papers, a five-page paper and two exams behind me to realize that I just might miss this ol' place after all.

Because there's no better way to procrastinate writing your college application essays than reading tips about writing your college application essays.

That said, it's cold as crap here right now.

It looked delicious... but we were told we couldn't eat yet. It is an extremely sadistic thing to show us food and tell us we can't partake. I was ready to dive in. But there was a reason.

Hello? Is anybody out there?

Today was my final exam for History of Argentine Music. This is how my studying unfolded on Twitter.

Unqualified and unsolicited advice on the college essay from someone who went about it the wrong way.

I've gained a certain amount of respect - if not understanding - for mass spectrometry and I've begun to understand how the microwave in the kitchen works, at least for making Ramen noodles.