Oberlin Blogs

A glorious and nuanced numerical picture of my tenure at this institution.

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens... Oh, hello there. I was just thinking about some of my favorite things here at Oberlin. Oh, I delight in hairless monkeys, Cathy comics, putting rubbing alcohol in my eyes, and above all, some great places to hang out in Oberlin.

Finding a job on campus is easy, and the jobs themselves are often valuable experiences and great fun.

Fairly often, we get questions from prospective students (or, more commonly, concerned parents) about the effects their choice of high school will have on their chances of admission.

Discovery: I can't define my job because it's always changing.

Ben joyfully tipped us off that Helms & musical friends were going to be performing a bluegrass encore on the porch of Tank.

By the conclusion of the meeting, we'd decided that the guy who did the lion dance last year would pass on his knowledge to those who were interested.

Ed Helms did not show up, but I made a great impression on a guy who walked into the bathroom.

Once upon a time (specifically, January 14th, 2006), I was a more-confused-than-usual high school senior applying to Oberlin.

Finally, after almost 20 hours of waiting, I had original paintings by Goya and Toulouse Lautrec in my hands.

Way to rain on my Labor Day parade, Ohio. Even after four years, I still don't understand your weather patterns.

As I mentioned before, I was back early as an academic ambassador, a friendly, name-tag-emblazoned helpful upperclassman to help the overwhelmed freshmen during their first academic duties. Other than the perk of arriving back on campus early, I got to meet a number of extraordinary new students.