Oberlin Blogs

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).

Better known as my course load.

It's a necessary step! I handled mine really badly! This is why!

...and we're swamped. happy first week of class!

Random summer nonsense.

As of this morning, I have been approved for a double major!

For those of you who got here by googling "Oberlin Super Smash major" you're at the right place. Read on.

The joy my German Studies major brings me is as contagious as its colloquial abbreviation sounds.

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.

Surviving my first add/drop period.

I wondered what literally burying my head in the sand would get me.

I took a Comparative American Studies class last semester and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. Just kidding, it was pretty neat.