Oberlin Blogs

I am happy to say that this Thanksgiving I am thankful for my wonderful Oberlin friends and my Oberlin family. I don't know what I would do without them. Let Fiercegiving endure forever!

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

An abbreviated list of Oberlin eccentricities...I'm sure there are many more, though.

Because I clearly wasn't ready to handle No-shave November.

From one Obie to another: if you really want to take a break from life during a school break, the easiest way to do it is to stay put.

I learned a whole new language upon matriculating at Oberlin. Here's your crash course!

An alternative take on the alternative.

Facebook isn't how college will be, but it'll still be your one of your favorite procrastination devices when you get there.

The photo-illustrated "do"s and "don't"s of packing for Oberlin. Hints: no cats, no grout, and no prom dresses.

"Is there such a thing as playing the field anymore? Is there a middle ground between a couple and a hookup? Because it sure doesn't look like it." I think that there should be.

Well, no. I'm not actually going to talk about sex. Not no never. I've always been a believer that sex is sort of like music. You don't talk about making it. If you're good at it you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you're not good at it.

An explanation of various conceptual categories, mostly related to SF Hall, delivered with my trademark wit and witticism. Bonus: further photographic evidence that I was a very strange child!