Oberlin Blogs

A highlight: the dessert contest, with categories such as hottest dessert, coldest dessert, and most fractal (largest surface area to volume ratio) dessert.

The Romans would offer bread and circuses to distract the public from real issues and keep them happy. Similarly, I am writing about pleasant things to avoid working on finals.

In which a professor wrestles with time, flirts with an existential crisis, and wins the lottery.

Intramural basketball at Oberlin, and a schooling on some Basketball 101.

Watching Harry Potter on the plane home yesterday did not fulfill my wish to land in a place where everyone still had British accents.

In this post about OSCA, I am: a first-year, old, excited, and naked.

In which my life becomes embodied by History Major Heraldic Beast.

Are there support groups for people who can't stop tumbling? I need one.

Our intern lunches became a regular occurrence - we would swap stories about the craziest things that had happened to us that day (so many crazy things, all the time), gossip about whatever was going on on the Hill, and, on one special occasion, Jordan nearly ran into and almost knocked over Dennis Kucinich in the cafeteria in the Rayburn Building.

Work is play is fun is work is life: in which I worked a ton as a student and tell you all about the fun I had while getting paid!

Brandi recently posted an inquiry on her facebook status: "Oberfriends: If you had less than 60 seconds to express how awesome Oberlin is to someone who knows next to nothing about this place, what/how would you do it?" I visited her earlier that day, and she asked me the same question.

It strikes me that I'm probably growing up if I worry about bowings even when I'm the only person playing the part.