Oberlin Blogs

My job working for Conference Services is a bit lackluster at first glance, but I do get to see the various summer programs that take place in Oberlin up close and personal.

Upon learning I attend Oberlin, many people ask if I go into Cleveland every weekend. Usually my facial expression is enough of an answer.

Want to make your own banjo out of a gourd? You can do it. Want to be part of a gamelan ensemble? You can do that, too.

Wayyyyy back when I was a wee 'un, I wanted to go to a glorious place, one I had read about in books and seen in movies. College! It was everything I wanted! But first, I had to apply. And applications require writing.

No matter how far away you go from Oberlin, you're still going to crave it.

Notes from a month spent touring with an Oberlin rock band.

"You know," one of them said, "Chewbacca is the only one in his family with a normal name."

It turns out that for a pair of liberal college campuses, both boasting large feeder populations from elite(ist) NYC high schools, Cornell and Oberlin couldn't be more different.

I've been working at the Decafe ever since, my hours fluctuating every semester, but I still keep signing up for hours because I truly love working there. I love playing with food, I love making people happy with their food, and I love being creative. And here is where the adjective sandwiches come in.

I have just passed the two week point of being home for the summer. And since this is an Oberlin blog, this is about what's different at my summer home and my Oberlin home.

My own computer, grammar errors, and what it's like to be the only Anglo at the country's biggest Spanish paper.

Luck, however, was with us, in the form of a front loader.