Oberlin Blogs

I'm incredibly clumsy -- when I was a freshman, I actually fell on my face hard enough to give myself a black eye. But regardless, I love to dance. Especially swing dance.

Why is it that the one time of year we're too busy to do anything we are presented with a plethora of incredible performances and events?

So do I.

Oberlin has a tradition that is not daring but endearing. It's probably not among the oldest but it is recurring. And I had a chance to experience this innocuous tradition first hand.

At Oberlin, my friends are my family. They're all different: what they look like, what they care about, where they're from. But they're my people.

Possibly my dorkiest post yet.

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.

US News and World Report is not the Bible.

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.

My waking self was indecisive, but my subconscious knew.

In this post: 90s pop, teamwork, and things that make your stomach rumble.

"You haven't written your application essays yet? Well get crackin'!" --A Pamphlet on applying to (not too many!) Colleges; Plus, a few modest Examples are included for the perusal of the curious Reader.