The Life Pastoral (With Pictures!)

I, like Will, am on campus for Fall Break. And, much like Will, I've been eating home-cooked gourmet food:

Okay, so I ran out of healthy food on Wednesday, and I'm too lazy to get groceries. Actually, it's all quite reasonable. See, I want to make the trip out to Trader Joe's (it's about a 20 minute drive) because they have cheaper and yummier steak than IGA (the in-town grocery store), but in order to do this, I would have to fill my car's tires with air, and I'm too lazy to do that. What can I say? I used up all my work ethic on midterms.

I really did eat well at first; my brother sent me an excellent recipe for pan-seared steak, and I liked it so much that I used up my week's allotment of steak in four days. Whoops!

But there's more to an on-campus fall break than holing up in one's apartment and watching Hulu until one's eyes bleed. There are no lines for breakfast at Black River! There are small children and middle-aged people--who don't work for the College--on the streets and sidewalks!

I went and saw Where the Wild Things Are at the Apollo, and I was shocked by the absence of coupled-up college kids. There were children! With parents!

(Digression: I was a little disappointed by Where the Wild Things Are because I got Spike Jonze mixed up with Spike Lee. Needless to say, I was expecting something, well, different... /Digression)

While downtown Oberlin is full of non-college-aged people, campus proper is just empty. It's a little bizarre--pretty and refreshing, but bizarre.

 

 

It's actually quite nice, in its way. I've been learning to channel my inner old man, so I don't appreciate all those damn kids making a ruckus on my street at all hours of the night. I live, you see, very close to the Union Street student housing (or the Oberlin Levittown, as it's sometimes called).

 

Union Street is home to quite a bit of partying late-night studying and sometimes gets a little loud. This last Saturday night was notable for its stillness. Not once did I have the urge to jump off of my la-z-boy and yell at passersby.

I've also had time to catch up on all sorts of things for which I simply don't have the time during the height of classes. Seriously, the stack of comic books and magazines was getting a little daunting. I also got to work on the Wilder Voice website, which just beta launched! w00t. You can see for yourself here. Keep in mind that it's not done yet, and it looks funny, I hear, if you don't use Firefox.

If you have no idea what Wilder Voice is, then you should definitely check out the website. If you're too lazy (or ensorceled by my witty prose) to click the link, then Wilder Voice is Oberlin's magazine for longform journalism and creative nonfiction. We also have a faculty submission each issue, some short dispatches (a la "The Talk of the Town"), a smattering of poetry, and one piece of fiction. It's pretty awesome, and if you do come to Oberlin, you should think about applying to write for it.

Lastly, I caught some heat a couple of posts ago for flippantly writing that Oberlin was "in the middle of a cornfield." Clearly, Oberlin isn't literally in the middle of a cornfield; imagine the size of that cornfield! It'd be huge!

I know that some people in the administration don't like the image of Oberlin surrounded by corn. After all, we are a cool 45 minutes from cool Cleveland (and 15 minutes from not-quite-as-cool Lorain and Elyria). But Oberlin is far from a suburb--or even an exurb. I would hold, pretty strongly, that Oberlin is a small town surrounded by rural Ohio. Granted I grew up in a fairly dense and medium-large city (Minneapolis proper). But, if you're wondering why Obies love to say that Oberlin is in a cornfield, maybe it's because you can see cornfields from campus: