Ida Hoequist ’14
Entries from this blogger
Confessions of a Student Activist
I'm a bit of a conflicted mess. So is the activist scene here. So is life, I guess.
Tags:
March 4th, cont.
A reminder: solidarity and closure are mutually exclusive. Even when you have a lot of other stuff going on.
Tags:
Fears. Moms. Advice. All of the Above.
I never imagined that returning to school could be a prospect that would scare my pants off. But here I am.
Tags:
A Path to Oberlin
This is the route I came by. It's pretty short; pretty simple. Pretty totally acceptable.
Tags:
An Open Letter to My Fellow Oberliners
This is my voice; it stands with you. I stand with you.
Tags:
Staying in Touch Was Never My Strong Suit
I have a great love for many of the people around me, but I don't do social. Reconciling those two facts is a battle that I'm not sure I'm winning.
Tags:
What I Always Imagined Winter Term Would Feel Like
Did I promise I was going to talk more about linguistics? Yes. Would I be doing this even if I hadn't promised? You couldn't stop me with a heavy blunt object, my friend.
Tags:
CS vs My Brain
Why this term is not as easy as I meant for it to be, featuring: a llama in a party hat, yours truly on a metaphorical balcony, and a quick historical linguistics lesson (among other things).
Tags:
A Brief Introduction to Old B
Thoughts on being part of the smallest of Oberlin's housing co-ops; written and illustrated by Nora, a veteran Old B member.
Tags:
On Being OSCAn
It is not easy. But also: "It is rare to be a part of something big that is so tied to human nature and so hinges on humans communicating with humans." - Ma'ayan Plaut
Tags:
The Mechanics of OSCA
If you're wondering how co-ops run and what you will need to do once you are in them, this post is for you.
Tags:
Germies
The joy my German Studies major brings me is as contagious as its colloquial abbreviation sounds.
Tags:
In Defense of Sore Muscles
As our Director of Athletics, William Roth, puts it: "'Learning and Labor' is just a rephrasing of 'sound mind, sound body.'"
Tags:
Heart It Races
What happens when Architecture in Helsinki joins forces with Oberlin? I vomit happiness and bright colors all over my screen and call it a post of thanksgiving, that's what.
Tags:
A Room With a View
How Sarah and I acquired and are now curating the best double on campus: Tank 303.
Tags:
I'm Waiting for the Day
Vorfreude, n. f: German for the anticipation of future joy, as in the week preceding Christmas, or just before all of your friends return for another year in Oberlin.
Tags:
With a Little Help From My Friends
How Oberlin helped me cope after an oil spill (the cooking kind, not the Gulf Coast kind) left me with serious burns splattered along my hand and leg. Pictures not included.
Tags:
A Hard Day's Night
The reason I was able to sleep like a baby every night, pay my bills, feed myself, and have money left over to plan for Winter Term: my summer job. Or, rather, jobs.
Tags:
FYS136: Ways of Seeing, Ways of Knowing
A great big lesson in Hi My Name Is College Now Stop Slacking. Alternatively, a great big welcome to Oberlin.
Tags:
Dascomb, Part One
Things about the first-year experience dorm in which I experienced my first year: how I got there, how my friends got there, and what it was like while we were all there.
Tags:
I Crave Mats and Open Spaces
Are there support groups for people who can't stop tumbling? I need one.
Tags:
Midterm Report, Part One
In which I gush profusely about how my morning classes are going this semester.
Tags:
From Yarn to Garment X
A decidedly DIY guest post – if I combined my sheep-to-yarn skills with her yarn-to-clothes skills, we'd be unstoppable.
Tags:
Mr. Riley Comes A-Callin'
If you were my friend and came to visit Oberlin, this is what we would do together.
Tags:
Oregon: Alis Volat Propriis
A Winter Term learning independence among sheep, chickens, and seven year olds.
Tags:
Christmas Revelations
On existing outside of Oberlin, Oberlin affecting my thinking, thinking about food, and food for thought.
Tags:
New York (fun) Times
A sampling of Thanksgiving, in which my senses are assaulted, a friend's family welcomes, feeds, and houses some Obies, and I despise buses.
Tags:
Tumbling Club
The Brazilian jujitsu people call it ninja training. This is the path that led me to it.
Tags:
It's a Beautiful Day in the Roommatehood
My satisfaction with the person I'd be living with for the next year wasn't a lucky fluke, it was widespread - possibly even universal.