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 second of two pieces I wrote during first semester about performances in Oberlin.

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."

The hard part of Finals is ... finishing them.

The sun is out for the second day in a row, the thermometer out back says 0 degrees, and it's so dry that five miles to the west I can see the snow-frozen Rockies as clear as if they were a Bob Ross...

The money raised by Work it for Women was to help women with the costs of an abortion: travel, overnight stays and child care.

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

On those runs, I reflected a lot on the love that's developed in me over the last three years for the town of Oberlin, and I began working out ideas in my head about how to connect more with the local community.

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.