Oberlin Blogs

I'm not even a huge history buff, but there's something stirring to the soul about stumbling across an old, crumbling stone and barely being able to make out the engraved letters: Born a slave, died free.

I took a few shots of the bells, of campus, of the students headed down the ladder. A different perspective. I live for this.

I went as Bettie Page, which is hard to do.... in public. For the sake of Oberlin College, I won't do too much description. Suffice to say, I looked classy.

From one Obie to another: if you really want to take a break from life during a school break, the easiest way to do it is to stay put.

As someone who knows what it's like to trudge through a protracted winter, let me assure you that Oberlin's climate is a piece of cake.

A bit about how I ever left L.A. sunshine for Ohio and why I'm so glad I did.