Oberlin Blogs

In which Active Minds raises awareness about suicide rates on college campuses.

I wanted to work at a place that just didn't just give lip service to my understanding of diversity. The culture had to be one that breathed "you are welcome here" with no caveats attached.

We assumed that the men, dressed in breeches and tunics would be doing an improvised version of a well known Shakespeare play, but no.

But, really, looking at the stars at 1:30 AM is always going to be more fun than writing a paper, even if said paper is about mummies.

We have been staying up late, eating mostly home-cooked food, drinking a little, and seeing a terrific amount of improv in the last four days, and our trip is only about halfway over.

In which I gush profusely about how my morning classes are going this semester.

Two years ago, I wrote a detailed post about why we have a wait list that answered a number of questions you might have if you recently received a wait list letter from Oberlin, but I also wanted to comment specifically on this year's wait list.

Grad school was an obvious possibility, as was finding a job and working for a year, getting more lab experience. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to remain so heavily married to the sciences, at least in the immediate future.

Yesterday afternoon I was privileged enough to witness the fourth annual "waving goodbye to the truck" day in the Admissions office. Let me tell you, it was quite the celebration.

I get up off of Matt's lap, there's guilt and often a little weird silence, and someone will say "Jesus, what was that?"

Having a sense of humor helps a lot when you're sick. So do cartoons and silly puzzle-solving video games.

Travels in Bulgaria, coming home to London. Things I relied on: my phrase book, the kindness of strangers, and painkillers.