Oberlin Blogs

I walked in with no expectations. No pre-conceived ideas of what Uni would be like. No idea of how my life was going to change.

I contend with my post-grad future through reflecting on age-old proverbs from my past.

Incoming internationals, this one's for you. Welcome, my fellow non-residential aliens :)

The Oberlin experience changes you in ways you don't always see as they occur but became obvious as you look back at your former self.

Did you know that in Urdu, there are at least two different ways of pronouncing 'th'? That English speakers are almost physically incapable of deepening their d's?

Unsurprisingly, it turned out that sometime last week was Thanksgiving Day in the United States. I really should have been aware of this, given that my obsession with the festivities surrounding this November supper run astonishingly deep for someone who grew up in Zimbabwe where turkeys, if they ever existed there, had probably long buckled under societal pressure and just converted themselves into either chickens or cows or zebras in order to fit in.

On many an occasion during and after orientation when I have had to introduce myself, I have encountered a number of interesting scenarios in which my first name ignited a hilarious chain of events.