Oberlin Blogs

If you have not woken up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland before, I do not recommend doing so. It's like waking up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland.

Entry may or may not include a sick freestyle!

A rather existential blog post about internships. Have I scared you away from reading this yet?

That, I suppose, is as fitting a metaphor as any for the end of my college time. We, in some small way, touch a place, it touches us, and then we move on.

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.

Getting in

Another open letter to my family: being a big kid is eye-opening and good. Much love-profession enclosed.

Or, "This is a terrible idea!" (Inside: helpful faculty; I hate the GRE; Career Services rocks)

Or, "This is a great idea!"

Even in the worst economy ever, we ex-Obies find a way. Glimpses of the post-college lives of the Class of 2010.

From job hunting to house hunting to cheap cultural activity hunting, I don't think I'm in Kansas (or Oberlin) anymore.

As a veteran of several of their programs I am still completely obsessed with the Center's summer camps, but I'm a bit too old to be at WKU every summer. Instead, I've graduated to camp counselor, and this time to a roving group of creative teens at a film and media camp right here in Oberlin.