Oberlin Blogs

When I got the note, I started dancing in the library and letting out some jubilant obscenities. I hadn't expected to win, especially for a story I hadn't workshopped, in a style I was new at.

There is, in fact, only one magical way to schedule all the performances (AND hit every single "Welcome back to a new semester! We missed you!" activity AND manage to see all your friends who you missed all of winter term... which can all coincide sometimes).

The movie centered on Darius, a 15-year-old with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy. Darius' brother Mario died of the same disease when he was 19, and Darius talks about his brother occasionally during the film.

She told me how excited she was about the reading, and went on with something to the effect of: "I feel like all you creative writing majors have this separate writing world you live in sometimes. It's obviously such a huge part of your lives, and yet most of the rest of us never get to be a part of it."

I spent most of my time last week trying to memorize a dance for the International Festival, which was held on Saturday.

When I tell my kids where I was when this part of history was made, I will say this: I was in Oberlin. The best place in the world.

Ratatat, playing at the Sco on Tuesday, was insane.

All about Drag Ball, arguably the biggest yearly event at Oberlin.