Helena Thompson ’11

In this post: rollin' like a G; how to succeed as Editor-in-Chief of an independent news organization without really trying; being elected to a board of directors when you just wanted to sit in on a meeting for the sole purpose of making witty side comments; thinking about things like an adult (even though it's terrifying).

And then, all of a sudden, I was a fifth-year. Here we go again!

I am still here. Though I entered Oberlin with an expected graduation date of May 2016, my taking a semester off has delayed that until this upcoming semester. This reality took me a long time to accept and I have a lot of feelings about what "not graduating on time" means for me.

Rue made cookies. We decorated them. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

Just a little something for you to amuse yourself with after you stuff yourself silly with holiday meals...

I learned a whole new language upon matriculating at Oberlin. Here's your crash course!

So much music; so little time.

Helena's back from her blogging hiatus with a post about a lot of things, but most of all: food (with pictures)!

During my first tour of campus, I saw smiling students, wide open spaces, and albino squirrels, all of which drew me closer to the school — but what really got me was the energy, the vibrancy, and the passion.

A brief update. (read: I'm procrastinating and decided to write a blog post instead of my midterm paper.)

Title's pretty self-explanatory.

Sounds like the subject matter of a "You know you're an Oberlin student when..." joke, am I right?

I am exhausted. Worn out. Sore from my fingertips to my toes. But it's definitely worth it.

Snow + Connies from the South + a month of free time = ?

We spent the next couple hours of the evening lying in the street, silently taking in this new gift - one blink at a time.

I like to think of myself as a person who can't be easily categorized or classified by simple things such as words.