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Main Street Readings: Flash fiction, poetry, and bluegrass!
When I got the note, I started dancing in the library and letting out some jubilant obscenities. I hadn't expected to win, especially for a story I hadn't workshopped, in a style I was new at.The Annals of Blogging
In this post: sub-standard writing, naval-gazing, other people's impenetrable prose, my impenetrable prose, private readings, A-List magazines, and burnt mouths.My Valentine, or, the sappiest entry ever.
Things I didn't expect from college: Moving in with the boyfriend.What's the deal with double degree?
I have always had mixed feelings about composition. I suppose that's why I am a double degree student.
Selling Yourself: The Oberlin Dating Game
It was by far one of the more entertaining things one could have done on Valentine's Day, and it was for a good cause. There are only so many ways to make free chocolate taste better, and that's having it come out of your nose from laughing too hard.
Double or Triple Major Madness
Why do so many Oberlin students double or triple major? I really want to know.Ernest Takes A Computer Science Class
Remember those "Ernest" movies from the late 80's...
What's on your reading list?
I've been reviewing applications since November, with a couple of months still to go before we mail our decision letters....Intellectual Community
My colleagues and I looked at each other in astonishment. No, we mumbled almost apologetically, we're sorry, but that is not a problem we tend to have.Hieronymus Bosch in a Hot Air Balloon
During Add/Drop, we overcommit. This is inevitable.
The Oberlin Theater Club
There is, in fact, only one magical way to schedule all the performances (AND hit every single "Welcome back to a new semester! We missed you!" activity AND manage to see all your friends who you missed all of winter term... which can all coincide sometimes).No fair weather runners here
There we were, plodding along side by side on the icy streets of Oberlin, snow soaking in through the mesh of our running shoes, brisk wind turning our limbs rosy red, winter sun on our faces.