Oberlin Blogs

Have I ever mentioned that I have a love/hate relationship with introductions? Now you know. I'm going for an introduction that scratches beneath the surface of that protective layer of identification and gives you more of a sense of what makes me tick... without risking identity theft, hopefully.

The week sprinted by like Usain Bolt riding a sugar high.

And while we walked, we were treated to sights such as this: Simón Bolívar.

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay/The glory that was Rome is of another day/I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan/I'm going home to my city by the Bay.

An inexcusable number of photographs and anecdotes about visiting the Empire State Building, the Museum of Natural History, the Bronx Zoo, and more.

I just spent a successful afternoon stimulating the economy. Hello, consumerism. So as I mentioned before, I've been spending the week in New York. Between hopping around from dorm room to...

It smells like baklava and/or cinnamon swirl glaze in my room which, although odd because there is no one in the kitchen to make either, reminds me of my pre-midterms diet and all the other things I miss about Oberlin.

Midterms week wasn't entirely terrible. In fact, I blocked out all the bad moments, so in fact, midterms week was awesome.

From one Obie to another: if you really want to take a break from life during a school break, the easiest way to do it is to stay put.

Warning: scrum-diddly-umptious pictures that will cause your stomach pain.

Right now, I'm sitting on a couch in my friend Chloe's apartment in midtown Manhattan, in an area ostensibly called 'Turtle Bay.' I think the name is really cute, so I hope it's real, but she hadn't...

My satisfaction with the person I'd be living with for the next year wasn't a lucky fluke, it was widespread - possibly even universal.