Oberlin Blogs

This week, I gave a tour to the direct descendant of John F. Oberlin. In my head, I pictured an irritated blond, infuriated by my foolish blathering and my inability to discuss Oberlin achievements in conversational French. (Warning: Entry includes bears.)

How movies have forever skewed my view of competitive sports.

Adventures in domesticated living.

Setting: Science Center Atrium, Thursday, October 15, Midterm week. Joe begins typing his 5th page of a roughly 6-page paper...

Hello, Fall Recess.

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.

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

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

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.

(The G-Rated version)

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