Oberlin Blogs

During Add/Drop, we overcommit. This is inevitable.

It seems only a few weeks ago that I was trying to get myself psychologically prepared for the start of the academic year, and now suddenly I'm in the last throes of paper-grading. (And no, I don't actually teach chemistry. Bear with me on this.)

The sun is out for the second day in a row, the thermometer out back says 0 degrees, and it's so dry that five miles to the west I can see the snow-frozen Rockies as clear as if they were a Bob Ross...

Thoughts on finals, US Senate campaigns, and intersections therein.

The trial began with the judge (who looked suspiciously like our professor, just decked out in a green choir robe) banging with his mortar and pestle to call the court to order.

Sometimes you have to remind yourself that your education is not just about classes, homework, papers and tests.

I am learning more and more that there is no single moment when you suddenly become fluent in a second language.

I think you can tell a lot about someone by their To Do list.

One of the best things about pleasant weather in Oberlin is that, due to its non-existence for the majority of months while we're on campus, students and teachers alike take full advantage of warm, sunny days.

It smelled of summers, winters and places I thought of as home too, though she and I only had Oberlin in common.

The sign above the door to my analytical chem lab now says "Oberlin Crime Lab." For the rest of the semester, we're solving a crime that occurred at the Olympics involving arson, secret notes, drugs, and missing silver medals.

I listened to Jim's piece "Chorale" this morning. Damn, it was great.