Oberlin Blogs

Birthdays and fossas!

Not quite down the rabbit hole, just over on East Lorain Street.

The only one of Blake's poems that I knew going into this class was "The Tyger." It was, in fact, the first "real" poem I ever learned. I remember standing on my bed, three or four years old, and asking Mom what "fearful symmetry" meant.

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This will probably be a first post of many discussing the most terrifying word in an Oberlin student/young alum's vocabulary: networking.

In which my Oberlin family and I team up to send you a slightly belated valentine.

First choice plain, second choice honey nut.

What need I with pants?

You know the feeling when something that has existed only in your imagination suddenly starts to take shape in reality? Well, that's exactly what the past week has been like.

...I wanna write you a (winter term) blog post. That's how the song goes, right?

Surviving my first add/drop period.

Who needs one?