Oberlin Blogs

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.

Orientating as a second-year, including pizza socials and all the classes. Well, all of mine, anyway. Apply to write about yours yourself!

We may not wear our Oberlin pride as sleeve tattoos, but we will drape them on our torsos in a wide array of colors and designs.