Oberlin Blogs

The Big Parade happened a month and a half ago. I finally got around to writing it up. Includes many pictures!

In which I go to an amusement park with a group of friends, figure out what to do with a pile of free stuff, get mistaken for Guy's younger brother, and move into summer housing.

A description of my Toni Morrison moment at Oberlin.

dum, dum, dum, doo doo doo dum, dum, dum....

Orientation is a tidal wave of emotions interspersed with much shaking of hands and regurgitation of well-rehearsed soundbites ("Hi, I'm Simba. It's so nice to meet you. Where are you from?"). It was hands down the most fun part of the semester — they don't even tell you that you will have to go to class for the rest of your college career.

I don't know how long the institute was in the making, but Rubin could have supported other established music programs, had a wing or a studio built at a music school with his name embossed on a silver plate, or even set up a scholarship in music criticism.

The last few weeks of the semester are always incredibly full with people working on final projects, last ExCo or club performances, studying their brains out, and attending study breaks to cram their brains back into their skulls.

What happens when Architecture in Helsinki joins forces with Oberlin? I vomit happiness and bright colors all over my screen and call it a post of thanksgiving, that's what.

This is why they italicize the performer's instrument after their name: Alexa Still, flute.

A rather broken transcript of the open conversation portion of Salman Rushdie's visit.

The continuation of the transcript, covering the convocation.

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