Oberlin Blogs

Ben joyfully tipped us off that Helms & musical friends were going to be performing a bluegrass encore on the porch of Tank.

By the conclusion of the meeting, we'd decided that the guy who did the lion dance last year would pass on his knowledge to those who were interested.

Ed Helms did not show up, but I made a great impression on a guy who walked into the bathroom.

Once upon a time (specifically, January 14th, 2006), I was a more-confused-than-usual high school senior applying to Oberlin.

Finally, after almost 20 hours of waiting, I had original paintings by Goya and Toulouse Lautrec in my hands.

I've had talks that involved intellectual topics sprinkled in among fart jokes, and discussions in class led by teachers about a particular topic of study, but no stereotypical smart talk with a lot of words like "neoclassical," "zeitgeist," and....

In this post: whining, zingers, too many words, neuroses, a moral, unplayable atonal blah blah blah, a payoff for those who wade through 900-odd words.

Co-ops are wonderful, and the food is great. Do not worry, first years I've talked to who have expressed their doubts about this!

Way to rain on my Labor Day parade, Ohio. Even after four years, I still don't understand your weather patterns.

Yard sales, integrating into the Oberlin community, and the hunt for the perfect antique desk.

Since several students have written about the excitement and sense of anticipation embodied in the start of the school year, I hope I won't seem too cranky in saying that Orientation always leaves me feeling at least as disoriented as the first-years.

I mentioned before that the first few weeks of college equals '50s housewife meets college student: shopping for classes, ironing out schedules, and cleaning and unpacking all belongings, and if the weather doesn't take the temperature dip it did a few days ago, flowery dresses and sunglasses.