Oberlin Blogs

This week, no matter how it manifests itself, is worth missing sleep.

And now, news from our intrepid correspondent, who has left the comfortable craziness of a small liberal arts college to brave the rather different craziness of an even smaller technical school!

On dating at Oberlin, the agony and ecstasy of relationships, why I hate summer, and love. Stupid, horrible, crazy love.

The thing is, I know there are more people out there than the ones I see around all the time.

A few more I LOVE OBERLIN moments.

In this post: skunks, skunk orgies, band names unbecoming of Baroque ensembles, indescribable smells, the philosophy of Eeyore, the curse of the Obie, and much, much more.

Is it overload, or are Oberlin students just that driven?

Sadly, this post is not about nudity, but about the Oberlin Apparel Design Challenge. Is that enough of a consolation prize?

Before college, I never danced. Now, I dance all the time. What could possibly be responsible for this 180° change‽

As part Oberlin public relations obsessor, part awesome big sister, I made beautiful detailed schedules that kept Ben busy and experiencing all the best things Oberlin had going on this weekend.

Oberlin is more than living up to my expectations about both interdisciplinary material and extracurricular opportunities. However, I must say that I never expected the two to combine as they have in my life. That is to say, I'm finding that skills I've learned working on improv are helping me with my genre fiction writing.

"My manager told me, Mitch, don't use alcohol as a crutch. I can't use alcohol as a crutch because a crutch is something that helps me walk. Alcohol severely f____ up the way I walk. It's more like the step I didn't see." --Mitch Hedberg