Oberlin Blogs

Upon entering the hallway, I was greeted by the site of an overflowing water pitcher.

You should read this, especially if you don't like people.

All you need to know is that it's legit real-world stuff, and she hasn't even graduated yet. Some people just really have their lives together.

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.

A healthful living environment contributes to the idea of community, and creates a type of neighborhood...

Most colleges give their students a choice between traditional housing and fraternities or sororities. Oberlin, being Oberlin, has a different--and much wider--array of choices. Case in point: Sci-Fi Hall, where I now live.

Please note the lovely framed Animorphs poster and the lovely Penang flag.

I thought I would have a pretty relaxing week, during which I could do things like unpack, hang up posters, and read all the YA novels that are still on my 'to read' list. That's not what's happened.

The transfer hall is this great jumping-off place. It's where new students that have attended another college can come get their bearings together and not feel like they are alone with their war-stories of places that didn't fit them.

By the time we signed the lease, the one thing that I really remembered about the house we were going to rent was that it had a huge bathroom.

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.

There's the thumbs, but there's also a crude representation of a llama (apparently) to make a proposal and knocking in the air to signal agreement with a statement.