Oberlin Blogs

The post in which I reveal that I have no idea why I'm a psych major.

To some, declaring their major is a huge ordeal. For me, it was just signing a form.

We took time to reflect on how our lives have changed over the past few months. I've only recently begun to realize that my going to college was as big a deal for my parents as it was for me.

Weekends are just as busy as the weeks. Maybe more so... The following is an analysis of Halloween and Parents Weekend.

To me, the inside of Mudd feels like an ode to the joys (and maybe pains, but I'm not going to focus on that) of education and the process of forming one's own ideas.

Come for the albino squirrels and story of how I came to Oberlin, stay for the pug and goat photos at the end of this post! (Or just skip down to the pug photos!)

Oberlin's recitals are hilarious, heartfelt, and keep me going when the semester gets busy.

Why my choice of major isn't just academic - it's personal.

My decision to spend my undergraduate years at Oberlin wasn't quite the storybook tale, but it did end with a happily ever after.

The environment and community I've found here in Oberlin is one I wouldn't trade for a nine-foot Steinway.

Travel stories from Oberlin and Kunming.

Sometimes college is hard. Sometimes you don't want to wake up at nine or go to the gym after class or drag yourself to Stevie/the co-op for a meal. Sometimes being a student is too much. Sometimes Oberlin is too much. This is a blog post for when you're there.