Oberlin Blogs

It suddenly hit me that this is my last chance to take classes at Oberlin, ever, and there are so many classes that I haven't had the chance to take yet. This is a sobering thought, especially since I've also suddenly been hit by an overwhelming desire to understand everything .

The only academic part of my semester is honors. No classes, no ExCos, no nothin'. Theoretically, this should make my honors process much less stressful to endure.

I'm reading roughly over 1,100 applications before mid March.

London, week one. It's sort of like Ohio except not at all. For instance, flowers are growing.

Where I was, what I did, what I ate, and who I was with during my Winter Term in the Philippines.

My friend Tino and I debuted our 'Single Ladies' dance, and Twister didn't rehash awkward puberty memories, ending the party with my tears and cries of emotional pain, like it very easily could have.

In which a Californian attempts to explain weather in Ohio to those people who live in a warm climate.

Purple potatoes, more cinnamon rolls, and why D&D is a conceptual model.

It's possible to teach English, completely in English, to people who speak no English.

Looking back on a winter filled with books and histories, I think the award for creepiest anecdote goes to Charles de Lint, and his story of a creature who lived in refrigerators and sucked the yolk out of eggs. If the human in residence then refused to buy any more eggs, the creature would move out of the fridge and on to the vitreous fluid in said human's eyeballs. Good times.

Although not a Winter Term on the West Coast, unfortunately.

For three and a half weeks, we've slipped into an archaic apprenticeship system and become printer's devils. When else could I do something like this, if not during Winter Term?