Oberlin Blogs

Funny story: One time, I forgot to bring my concert pants and didn't realize until I was trying to get dressed for a concert.

It suddenly hit me that I have only four days left at my internship at La Opinion, and only two weeks left in LA.

Showing a little foresight for once, I started investigating jobs that would allow me to arrive early on campus, with somewhat minimal success.

In this post: two apologies, meta-blogging, Rust Belt aesthetics, an Oberlin vignette, pacts with readers, and overwrought prose.

There is no required reading for freshmen at Oberlin, but a quick flip through Lord of the Flies could be real helpful.

On theater, travel, and the Oberlin connection.

I have the unique perspective of having gone through two applications processes and now introducing new applicants to Oberlin, and so I want to give prospective students (or "prospies," as we fondly call you, in reference to our own nickname of "Obies") an idea of what it's like to visit Oberlin as a prospective student.

I headed to a small coffee shop and discovered that it really is an Obie world after all.

Sure, there are a few bloodthirsty, ambitious climbers at Oberlin, and a few deadbeats content to coast on their parents' funds, but the majority have found a healthy middle path.

We are aware of the general educational system in China and have tried to look at the whole picture of all of the students that apply.

I love being a tour guide. The job is to share what you love while walking backwards, connecting with people from across the country and the world. What's more rewarding than that?

It can't rain ALL the time, you're thinking, and that's quite true. It snows or hails by way of variety.