Oberlin Blogs

...but it wouldn't have mattered because I probably wouldn't have listened anyways.

Why were we there? How did the world see us?

(The G-Rated version)

Amidst the dark fog of midterm week, a sleepy, masochistic archaeology student sits in a tiny room in a tiny co-op in a tiny town in Ohio, pounding away at a keyboard...

“You have to want to be a creative writing major.” Featuring: Aries fails, the creative writing application (how, what and why), what alums do, and why classes are really hard.

My name is Alicia, but a lot of people call me Fresh. The nickname was given to me during my first year here and it just stuck.

This is the part where I introduce myself, right?

I love the idea of ExCos--it's part of the reason I came here. I signed up for a bunch of them but only one really worked out with my schedule. (One of my sophomore friends told me that it's funny how first-years try to do everything, but the truth is, there's so much interesting stuff going on, it's impossible not to at least try it.)

Hello world!

Each day in Oberlin offers a fresh experience that is not colored by memories of time or place. I hope to be able to share some of these fresh experiences.

This is a stream-of-consciousness diary-type sampling. It's odd, writing sort of for an audience.

I promise I won't spend the rest of the year blogging about beer and circular logic, but it seemed like a good place to start.