Oberlin Blogs

It suddenly hit me that this is my last chance to take classes at Oberlin, ever, and there are so many classes that I haven't had the chance to take yet. This is a sobering thought, especially since I've also suddenly been hit by an overwhelming desire to understand everything.

The only academic part of my semester is honors. No classes, no ExCos, no nothin'. Theoretically, this should make my honors process much less stressful to endure.

I'm reading roughly over 1,100 applications before mid March.

London, week one. It's sort of like Ohio except not at all. For instance, flowers are growing.

Where I was, what I did, what I ate, and who I was with during my Winter Term in the Philippines.

My friend Tino and I debuted our 'Single Ladies' dance, and Twister didn't rehash awkward puberty memories, ending the party with my tears and cries of emotional pain, like it very easily could have.

In which a Californian attempts to explain weather in Ohio to those people who live in a warm climate.

For three and a half weeks, we've slipped into an archaic apprenticeship system and become printer's devils. When else could I do something like this, if not during Winter Term?

There was also a bonus piece to the puzzle that they could collect if they found Bigfoot and told him some facts about himself.

The story of how Helena and I discovered Celebration Bells, First Church's handbell choir.

What exactly should every Oberlin graduate know and be able to do by the time they walk up to the commencement stage? How do we know that she knows? And how do we make sure that her coursework allows her to actually learn it?

In which I attempt to share my glorious friends with the world.