Oberlin Blogs

This is my second summer in Oberlin. It's quiet. Calm. Let's say, the campus wears a different face in the summer.

An explanation of various conceptual categories, mostly related to SF Hall, delivered with my trademark wit and witticism. Bonus: further photographic evidence that I was a very strange child!

Why the semester you don't spend in Oberlin can be the most valuable part of your Oberlin education. For one thing, it raises the stakes.

On stereotypes, underlying truths, how college is different from high school, and why we are (and aren't) a hipster school.

Travels in Europe pt. 2: The challenges of luggage and language and dealing with normal life things, like food.

What do you do when you're broke and working an unpaid internship? Hint: begging your parents for money is only step one.

I could not spell to save my life until about fourth grade. This didn't stop me from trying to get across fairly complex ideas--but vowels, apparently, were optional. (Funny photos at the bottom!)

When my dad graduated from Oberlin, he went to Kentucky with several recent alums and set up permanent camp on several tracts of farmland in Hart County, Kentucky. When I graduated from Oberlin, I went on a two-week trek with my family to my old Kentucky home. For me, memory lane is paved in green.

So... about my summer.

There's the thumbs, but there's also a crude representation of a llama (apparently) to make a proposal and knocking in the air to signal agreement with a statement.

What I learned at Oberlin and how, four years later, it relates to my job.

I'm proud to say that I've been able to roll over $1,500 in tuition and buy all my books for each of my first two semesters. Still, paying for an education is a group effort, encompassing students, parents, and colleges.