Oberlin Blogs

Alumni - you'll remember, fondly, friends like these. Prospies, I guarantee that you will make some.

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

Throw in stress for something that actually matters, like finals, and I'm toast. I'll be in bed at midnight, eyes open until 1:30, and awake when the sun comes up at 7.

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.

I picked it in part because I'm interested in the intersection between chemistry and archaeology and in part because mummies are very cool.

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 which my life becomes embodied by History Major Heraldic Beast.

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

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

Of course there is plenty of learning with a purpose happening at Oberlin and the recent Senior Symposium serves as testament.

The end of the academic year always brings a sense of loss, a kind of annual attack of empty-nest anxiety. We think about the graduating seniors and heave a sigh. "What are we going to do?" we ask each other. "We'll never get a bunch of kids as good as these ones..."