Chinwe Okona ’13

An account of my involvement in, as well as my thoughts on, the current student activism taking place at Oberlin College and Conservatory.

I don't think this is sappy enough to be my first 'I'm leaving Oberlin' post, so we'll just call it my pre-'I'm leaving Oberlin' post.

...and we're swamped. happy first week of class!

I actually have no idea where I am, this plane doesn't have those little TVs with the electronic map. What other states are in the central US? Kansas?

A description of my Toni Morrison moment at Oberlin.

Not quite down the rabbit hole, just over on East Lorain Street.

True Life: I'm in the Bay Area for Winter Term.

I took a Comparative American Studies class last semester and all I got was this lousy t-shirt. Just kidding, it was pretty neat.

Hi, my name's Chinwe. I've got too much stuff and I'm terrible at packing.

Your parents aren't lying, college IS the bee's knees and all that. I'm just making sure you start it off right, okay!?

In Oberlin, I think professors are kinda like celebrities. And these are the ones I go goo-goo eyed over.

It feels like just yesterday I was choosing a First Year Seminar of my very own.

Actually I'm crazy busy, but whatever! It's summertime!

Turns out even the pickiest eater can chow down co-op style.

More like course PREselection.

Pretty much the fall semester of the sophomore year, in song. Almost like a musical. Almost.

You should read this, especially if you don't like people.

Because I clearly wasn't ready to handle No-shave November.