Oberlin Blogs

It's just like Julie Andrews says (sort of), "I simply list some of my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad!"

November means many things for Oberlin: the typical college leaf piles, a strange flip-flopping in the weather from early-fall-crispness into Winter Is Coming ominousness. It also means that ExCo applications are due.

What's a safe space, you ask? Good question. I'm not sure either.

Ain't it funny how the night moves? And the day? And the weeks?

The womb chair, taken on the macro-scale, is an analogy for the soft, supportive, wonderful, dreamy bubble of Oberlin.

On many an occasion during and after orientation when I have had to introduce myself, I have encountered a number of interesting scenarios in which my first name ignited a hilarious chain of events.

Or, why calculus is not for me.

I never intended to end up on the roof of Peters. It just happened.

This year, I didn't get into a co-op. Where was I going to get my weekly serving of granola? How could I say goodbye to the cinder block-sized bricks of cheese that arrived every Wednesday? Was I going to waste away trying to cook all my meals for myself?

One needs laser sights attached to their clown wigs. Am I trying to do too much?

A blog on my Adobe Illustrator ExCo.

Yeah, that title is a Replacements album. I thought it would make a great title for this post, which is a more detailed, list-y description of myself.