Oberlin Blogs

Discovery: I can't define my job because it's always changing.

Fairly often, we get questions from prospective students (or, more commonly, concerned parents) about the effects their choice of high school will have on their chances of admission.

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.

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

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.

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

As I mentioned before, I was back early as an academic ambassador, a friendly, name-tag-emblazoned helpful upperclassman to help the overwhelmed freshmen during their first academic duties. Other than the perk of arriving back on campus early, I got to meet a number of extraordinary new students.

Normally, Orientation is a crazy time, though no one agrees why. That said, this year feels different. These freshmen are just way too cool.

A few changes around campus since my freshman year, for better and for worse.

To me, Oberlin can't be summed up in one adjective. So, here for your exploring pleasure, are the adjectives that I think best describe Oberlin.