Oberlin Blogs

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

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

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.

"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.

As a veteran of several of their programs I am still completely obsessed with the Center's summer camps, but I'm a bit too old to be at WKU every summer. Instead, I've graduated to camp counselor, and this time to a roving group of creative teens at a film and media camp right here in Oberlin.

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.

If this entry had audio, it would definitely have me doing a KILLER Bill Cosby impression: "My WIFE Camille, with the Jell-O pudding pops..."

Well, no. I'm not actually going to talk about sex. Not no never. I've always been a believer that sex is sort of like music. You don't talk about making it. If you're good at it you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you're not good at it.

Adventures in babysitting, feeding live crickets to frogs, and the things people will tell you when you're walking a dog.

The fairy godmothers are actually hillbillies, the prince is something of a dud, and the mice are a lot more concerned about where they're going to get their next meal than about anything that's going on with Cinderella.