Oberlin Blogs

Including, but not limited to: ramen, canned soup, graham crackers, apple sauce, bread making materials, peanut butter and honey, cereal, rice, and assorted pastas.

From job hunting to house hunting to cheap cultural activity hunting, I don't think I'm in Kansas (or Oberlin) anymore.

Oh, Oberlin. Making me have once-in-a-lifetime experiences twice.

Oberlin: a perfect 10 for the life of the mind.

What being a Filipino American has meant to me.

I'm unexpectedly spending my summer at home in Visakhapatnam (Vizag), India, and I'm certainly making the most of it.

By the time we signed the lease, the one thing that I really remembered about the house we were going to rent was that it had a huge bathroom.

And so, my life in Oberlin goes on. Slightly different, but definitely still very, very exciting.

I still get to hang out with many of my friends and chat with professors about our shared academic interests. It is necessary, however, that when looking at classes in the course catalog I limit myself to drooling, like a diabetic child through the double-paned glass window of a chocolate shop might.

"Is there such a thing as playing the field anymore? Is there a middle ground between a couple and a hookup? Because it sure doesn't look like it." I think that there should be.

Although I have written before about my favorite places on campus, I left out one very important building.

I can't get with that mentality and it has nothing to do with the fact that I am not a sports fanatic... er, fan.