Oberlin Blogs

I think I was happier this time than when Obama won in 2008; this year, I was more involved, I knew more, I canvassed, I voted--I was able to be a part of it. This win was my win, in a tiny, tiny way, and I had seen more of the other people whose win it was too.

Why this term is not as easy as I meant for it to be, featuring: a llama in a party hat, yours truly on a metaphorical balcony, and a quick historical linguistics lesson (among other things).

Why is Dascomb the best freshman dorm on campus?

Leal, this one goes out to you.

Or, what #SoMeXco is all about and how our project is going to legit rock the world this weekend.

What happens on election day in a small college town in Ohio?

A virtual tour of my favorite places in Oberlin.

Let's be real-- classes aren't all that college is about.

Perhaps more than you might think.

I spent a lot of time with my nose in the air and a crick in my neck when I visited my friend at Yale this week.

So there I was, happy to be a part of such a legendary class. The teacher, Eric, was great. Such a funny and intelligent man, and quite the stereotypical yogi as well (except during a few momentary lapses when he cursed in class, which was absolutely hilarious).

Much fluff.