Oberlin Blogs

I first heard about the SJI in the admissions packet I got at the beginning of the summer. It wasn't terribly clear about what exactly the SJI was going to be, but I filled out the application anyway and sent it in, figuring it would be interesting if I got in. I did, and I attended the first session of it today. I still wasn't very clear about what it was until it started. . .

Various student organizations and groups had tables set up around Tappan Square, with food and activities available from their respective cultures.

I turned back to my computer to further my electronic communication, and found everyone offline. So I refreshed the page. And it never came back.

I like to think of myself as a person who can't be easily categorized or classified by simple things such as words.

Upon entering the chapel in the old stone building, I was struck by the intimacy of the space and the acoustics. Although I had been to Bosworth several times, this was my first time inside the chapel.

Of school colors and Substance-Free Housing, neither of which is lame in the slightest.

...but it wouldn't have mattered because I probably wouldn't have listened anyways.

Why were we there? How did the world see us?

(The G-Rated version)

Amidst the dark fog of midterm week, a sleepy, masochistic archaeology student sits in a tiny room in a tiny co-op in a tiny town in Ohio, pounding away at a keyboard...

“You have to want to be a creative writing major.” Featuring: Aries fails, the creative writing application (how, what and why), what alums do, and why classes are really hard.

My name is Alicia, but a lot of people call me Fresh. The nickname was given to me during my first year here and it just stuck.