Oberlin Blogs

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.

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.

If you have not woken up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland before, I do not recommend doing so. It's like waking up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland.

I am learning to fully embrace my membership to an exclusive 40,000 person club.

One of teaching's satisfactions is learning new things from students.

How Sarah and I acquired and are now curating the best double on campus: Tank 303.

Zombies, Nerf guns, and many pictures. What else could you want?

Or, Why I Am Not Like Matthew McConaughey.