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I wanted to work at a place that just didn't just give lip service to my understanding of diversity. The culture had to be one that breathed "you are welcome here" with no caveats attached.
Hitting the Nail on the Head
I always enjoy hearing Oberlin mentioned in the news, even the fake news, but I was particularly pleased with this Daily Show moment.Reflecting, learning, laboring
The end of the year is always a time for reflecting on what you've accomplished. Having alumni salute you for it makes those feelings all the more meaningful.
Open Access!
Much of the cutting-edge knowledge about the world is out of reach for most of the people who inhabit that world. But access to knowledge is a good in and of itself.
Trees
I spent last Saturday afternoon planting trees. 'Planting trees' sounds like a euphemism for something dirty. But it's not. I actually spent the afternoon planting trees.History Takes a Visit
This week, I gave a tour to the direct descendant of John F. Oberlin. In my head, I pictured an irritated blond, infuriated by my foolish blathering and my inability to discuss Oberlin achievements in conversational French. (Warning: Entry includes bears.)
Going to the Chapel
Upon entering the chapel in the old stone building, I was struck by the intimacy of the space and the acoustics. Although I had been to Bosworth several times, this was my first time inside the chapel.A Stroll Through Oberlin History
Today marked a very exciting day for this class, since we were going on a walking tour through Oberlin's past. (Epic post plus so many photos!)
Toni Morrison says we are a big deal
Our president Marvin Krislov presented Dr. Morrison with several gifts, one of which included a note from her 91-year-old first grade teacher from Lorain, Ohio - a phenomenal moment to consider that this powerful, Nobel-Peace-Prize-winning, larger-than-life inspiration to me was once upon a time, merely a first grader.Yay sun! (and bikes, history, and tree climbers)
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.
My version of getting high
I took a few shots of the bells, of campus, of the students headed down the ladder. A different perspective. I live for this.