Oberlin Blogs

I had a goal to be something, but I didn’t know what I wanted to be.

The sky’s the limit.

Thoughts on being halfway through my Oberlin career.

What it’s like to go to school here. 

Exactly 365 days ago, I was visiting Oberlin for a second time.

Some slightly-belated reflections on my first semester.

One of the (main) reasons I came to Oberlin was because of the people.

Reflections on spring semester junior year and fall semester senior year.

Going home when the meaning of “home” is rapidly changing.

A fall break trip to a big university in Colorado helps me reflect on my small-school experience.

I remember so clearly my mom driving away that first day. She gave me a big hug and got in the rental car. I leaned through the window to give her a kiss on the cheek. It was one of the clearest moments of change in my life, and I felt it in my chest the way you do when you're about to cry.

Am I just an indoctrinated, whiny, liberal arts college grad, snowflake?