Oberlin Blogs

I'm not one of those folks who has some sort of otherworldly emotional or psychic connection to music, but there is something about especially long pieces of music that gets to me.

So do I.

Why is it that the one time of year we're too busy to do anything we are presented with a plethora of incredible performances and events?

Oberlin has a tradition that is not daring but endearing. It's probably not among the oldest but it is recurring. And I had a chance to experience this innocuous tradition first hand.

At Oberlin, my friends are my family. They're all different: what they look like, what they care about, where they're from. But they're my people.

Possibly my dorkiest post yet.

Much of the cutting-edge knowledge about the world is out of reach for most of the people who inhabit that world. But access to knowledge is a good in and of itself.

US News and World Report is not the Bible.

I spent last Saturday afternoon planting trees. 'Planting trees' sounds like a euphemism for something dirty. But it's not. I actually spent the afternoon planting trees.

My waking self was indecisive, but my subconscious knew.

In this post: 90s pop, teamwork, and things that make your stomach rumble.

"You haven't written your application essays yet? Well get crackin'!" --A Pamphlet on applying to (not too many!) Colleges; Plus, a few modest Examples are included for the perusal of the curious Reader.