Oberlin Blogs

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

There was an impressively multilingual pool of students, faculty, and visitors in King 106 last Thursday, for those who missed the amazing translation symposium. And if you did, come next year!

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.

Now that I have gushed profusely about my morning classes, let me tell you that I am even more enthused about my afternoon classes. Brace yourself.

Interesting is an understatement when talking about these students! Roget would also suggest exciting, fascinating, out-of-the-ordinary, remarkable...

I tried on the chocolatier's life for size over break, and decided the scholar's life suited me better. Not that it wasn't fun.

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.

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 entomology and creativity meet for a three-part manifesto on foolish things.

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.