Oberlin Blogs

Or, I'm taking a dance class and I can't help but parallel lessons learned on the dance floor to my learning in the bigger world.

It is really quite easy to mistake this place for a little snow globe, complete with picturesque buildings, tiny flakes of falling snow, and of course the glass sphere encasing it all.

So yesterday was a pretty big deal. After a few weeks of increased anonymous racism and homophobia on our campus,...

Marching forth on the fourth of March, for a cause that goes beyond Oberlin

Obies are continuing to have conversations about progress. But in order for these conversations to be productive we must all commit to open-mindedness. It will be difficult, but ultimately necessary.

This is my voice; it stands with you. I stand with you.

Why the story of these ladies has not been the subject of an Oscar-winning biopic I have no idea, because I'd definitely sponsor it.

Last week, I traveled to Washington, D.C. to join 45,000 activists to protest the Keystone Pipeline.

Entirely belated musings on the end of winter term and the death of a famous explorer by beach-stabbing. I know that it's Alexandre, not Alexander, but I feel like he'd be cool with it.

Another obvious piece of advice that it took me a relatively long time to grasp.

My books, my clothes, my hair even, are scattered all over the place-- all over my room, my friends' rooms, my room in Tucson. It's hard not to be scatter-brained when everything else seemingly is.

When I was in my end-of-semester-only-able-to-think-in-wordplay stage, National Story Translating Month (a nod to NaNoWriMo) was the title I almost gave my winter term project, which was translating a German short story into English. Luckily, a friend intervened and I ended up calling it "Winter Term German Translation Intensive." Alas, sometimes professionalism has to win out over cleverness.