Oberlin Blogs

I was surprised at the level of detail that goes into every inch of the piano. You can see why a good piano costs as much as a car - we spent a few classes repainting the dampers, aligning and glueing new felt to each damper (the shape of the felt changes through different registers of the piano), putting them back into the piano, and fitting them until they perfectly silenced the strings.

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).

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 is Dascomb the best freshman dorm on campus?

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

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.

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).