Oberlin Blogs

What if good intentions and a strong desire to "make a difference" aren't enough?

Living with a host family is a difficult adjustment after two and a half years in Oberlin's dorms.

Drugs, thugs and racism: a smidgen of what I've learned so far on the border.

Tomorrow marks both the end of the Border Studies program orientation and the end of Bush's reign. Now the real work begins.

I crossed the border for the first time today, and witnessed firsthand the tragedies and ironies of our immigration system.

This ain't your momma's study abroad.

My first few thoughts on returning to Oberlin after a year studying abroad.

I have one week to go in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Before I find myself completely overwhelmed readjusting to life in the U.S., I thought I would share a few pointers for anyone who thinks studying abroad is in their future.

We also had an accidental four-hour stay in Bratislava, but hey, spontaneity and learning to roll with it is part of the adventure of traveling.

I am learning more and more that there is no single moment when you suddenly become fluent in a second language.

My second semester abroad is finally winding down, so I decided to look back and share a couple anecdotes that highlight differences in music and music education in the U.S. and Argentina.

Yesterday, my friend Ezra and I put the finishing touches on our application to teach our ExCo (Experimental College) class on Experimental Typography for a second time. It was easier this time around; all we had to do was update the syllabus, update our budget request, and complete the short application from the ExCo committee. No faculty recommendations, no interviews this time. It really couldn't have been easier. That is, unless we were on the same continent.