Oberlin Blogs

Going home when the meaning of “home” is rapidly changing.

This Thanksgiving break, instead of flying home to Albuquerque, I took a bus to NY City.

Snacks and readings.

Who am I? Why am I here?

A fall break trip to a big university in Colorado helps me reflect on my small-school experience.

I'm back, and I still love the Dixie Chicks.

I remember so clearly my mom driving away that first day. She gave me a big hug and got in the rental car. I leaned through the window to give her a kiss on the cheek. It was one of the clearest moments of change in my life, and I felt it in my chest the way you do when you're about to cry.

Am I just an indoctrinated, whiny, liberal arts college grad, snowflake?

I graduated from Oberlin and I still can't believe it. This is a short letter to myself and a lot of "thank yous" to faculty and staff who changed my life at Oberlin. Thank you all so much.

After finally finishing my shaky sophomore year, I say goodbye to Oberlin for the next 8 months, and prepare for my most audacious adventures yet.

It feels strange to say that I'm a junior in college, but here we are! Here are some lessons I learned over the past two semesters.

My summer in Oberlin: a wonderland of busy.