Oberlin Blogs

In this post about OSCA, I am: a first-year, old, excited, and naked.

In which my life becomes embodied by History Major Heraldic Beast.

Intramural basketball at Oberlin, and a schooling on some Basketball 101.

Are there support groups for people who can't stop tumbling? I need one.

Our intern lunches became a regular occurrence - we would swap stories about the craziest things that had happened to us that day (so many crazy things, all the time), gossip about whatever was going on on the Hill, and, on one special occasion, Jordan nearly ran into and almost knocked over Dennis Kucinich in the cafeteria in the Rayburn Building.

Work is play is fun is work is life: in which I worked a ton as a student and tell you all about the fun I had while getting paid!

Brandi recently posted an inquiry on her facebook status: "Oberfriends: If you had less than 60 seconds to express how awesome Oberlin is to someone who knows next to nothing about this place, what/how would you do it?" I visited her earlier that day, and she asked me the same question.

It strikes me that I'm probably growing up if I worry about bowings even when I'm the only person playing the part.

In which Active Minds raises awareness about suicide rates on college campuses.

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.

But, really, looking at the stars at 1:30 AM is always going to be more fun than writing a paper, even if said paper is about mummies.

We assumed that the men, dressed in breeches and tunics would be doing an improvised version of a well known Shakespeare play, but no.