Ida Hoequist ’14

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I have a degree now, whatever that means.

I have the emotional range of a thousand teaspoons.

Turns out going to college for four years means I have a lot to say about it.

This post is a quick wrap-up of my activist life in Oberlin.

My final five classes in Oberlin; my scheduling swan song.

I'm a bit of a conflicted mess. So is the activist scene here. So is life, I guess.

In a word: silly.

What subjects I'm putting into my head this semester.

A reminder: solidarity and closure are mutually exclusive. Even when you have a lot of other stuff going on.

I never imagined that returning to school could be a prospect that would scare my pants off. But here I am.

This is the route I came by. It's pretty short; pretty simple. Pretty totally acceptable.

I want it to be summer.

This is my voice; it stands with you. I stand with you.

I have a great love for many of the people around me, but I don't do social. Reconciling those two facts is a battle that I'm not sure I'm winning.

Did I promise I was going to talk more about linguistics? Yes. Would I be doing this even if I hadn't promised? You couldn't stop me with a heavy blunt object, my friend.

Why this term is not as easy as I meant for it to be, featuring: a llama in a party hat, yours truly on a metaphorical balcony, and a quick historical linguistics lesson (among other things).

Thoughts on being part of the smallest of Oberlin's housing co-ops; written and illustrated by Nora, a veteran Old B member.

It is not easy. But also: "It is rare to be a part of something big that is so tied to human nature and so hinges on humans communicating with humans." - Ma'ayan Plaut

If you're wondering how co-ops run and what you will need to do once you are in them, this post is for you.

As of this morning, I have been approved for a double major!

The joy my German Studies major brings me is as contagious as its colloquial abbreviation sounds.

As our Director of Athletics, William Roth, puts it: "'Learning and Labor' is just a rephrasing of 'sound mind, sound body.'"

I just spent a month training at a circus school. And if you think that sounds foolish or lazy, I invite you to read this post.

Irish music sessions are playing hard to get, but I play harder.

What happens when Architecture in Helsinki joins forces with Oberlin? I vomit happiness and bright colors all over my screen and call it a post of thanksgiving, that's what.

The continued description of my second Fall Break as an Obie, in which I walk a dozen miles a day, eat incredibly well, and don't get nearly enough sleep.

An illustrated description of my second Fall Break as an Obie, in which I hang out with a staggering amount of fellow bloggers, eat incredibly well, and fall even more in love with Oberthings.

Remember when I said I "will often go to mildly extravagant lengths to craft a present"? That might have been an understatement.

How Sarah and I acquired and are now curating the best double on campus: Tank 303.

In which I very belatedly introduce myself so that we can be friends.

Vorfreude, n. f: German for the anticipation of future joy, as in the week preceding Christmas, or just before all of your friends return for another year in Oberlin.

How Oberlin helped me cope after an oil spill (the cooking kind, not the Gulf Coast kind) left me with serious burns splattered along my hand and leg. Pictures not included.

The reason I was able to sleep like a baby every night, pay my bills, feed myself, and have money left over to plan for Winter Term: my summer job. Or, rather, jobs.

A great big lesson in Hi My Name Is College Now Stop Slacking. Alternatively, a great big welcome to Oberlin.

My summer in Oberlin: a wonderland of busy.

A tour, via photos, of the places I frequented all year in Dascomb.

Things about the first-year experience dorm in which I experienced my first year: how I got there, how my friends got there, and what it was like while we were all there.

The ExCo that taught me how to do it right.

Are there support groups for people who can't stop tumbling? I need one.

Now that I have gushed profusely about my morning classes, let me tell you that I am even more enthused about my afternoon classes. Brace yourself.

In which I gush profusely about how my morning classes are going this semester.

A decidedly DIY guest post – if I combined my sheep-to-yarn skills with her yarn-to-clothes skills, we'd be unstoppable.

If you were my friend and came to visit Oberlin, this is what we would do together.

A Winter Term learning independence among sheep, chickens, and seven year olds.

I love flute and I love Oberlin and this is about me and my flute in Oberlin.

On existing outside of Oberlin, Oberlin affecting my thinking, thinking about food, and food for thought.

Why finals week is actually radtastic (despite copious amounts of stress, procrastination, and caffeine).

A sampling of Thanksgiving, in which my senses are assaulted, a friend's family welcomes, feeds, and houses some Obies, and I despise buses.

Two parts planning, one part flexibility, five zillion parts luck.

The Brazilian jujitsu people call it ninja training. This is the path that led me to it.

The week sprinted by like Usain Bolt riding a sugar high.

My satisfaction with the person I'd be living with for the next year wasn't a lucky fluke, it was widespread - possibly even universal.