Oberlin Blogs

My other life.

First off, we became an unofficial SexCo...

It strikes me that I'm probably growing up if I worry about bowings even when I'm the only person playing the part.

We assumed that the men, dressed in breeches and tunics would be doing an improvised version of a well known Shakespeare play, but no.

We have been staying up late, eating mostly home-cooked food, drinking a little, and seeing a terrific amount of improv in the last four days, and our trip is only about halfway over.

I get up off of Matt's lap, there's guilt and often a little weird silence, and someone will say "Jesus, what was that?"

Once dressed, we put on our coats and boots and headed over to Warner--where the Dance Department is housed--looking very classy indeed. My coat looks really good on top of silk with gold accents; that's all I'm saying.

I am still here. Though I entered Oberlin with an expected graduation date of May 2016, my taking a semester off has delayed that until this upcoming semester. This reality took me a long time to accept and I have a lot of feelings about what "not graduating on time" means for me.

The story of how Helena and I discovered Celebration Bells, First Church's handbell choir.

A series of vignettes about my musical experiences at Oberlin.

In which I embrace my future as a possible spoon player in a bluegrass band (though it's still more likely that I will be a teacher).

After a grueling semester, sometimes I find myself only able to think about cats.