Oberlin Blogs

Amidst the dark fog of midterm week, a sleepy, masochistic archaeology student sits in a tiny room in a tiny co-op in a tiny town in Ohio, pounding away at a keyboard...

My name is Alicia, but a lot of people call me Fresh. The nickname was given to me during my first year here and it just stuck.

Hello world!

This is a stream-of-consciousness diary-type sampling. It's odd, writing sort of for an audience.

Each day in Oberlin offers a fresh experience that is not colored by memories of time or place. I hope to be able to share some of these fresh experiences.

A glorious and nuanced numerical picture of my tenure at this institution.

I do math on a calculator faster in Reverse Polish Notation.

To me, Oberlin can't be summed up in one adjective. So, here for your exploring pleasure, are the adjectives that I think best describe Oberlin.

Some thoughts after watching my younger sister pack for her freshman year at college.

Without ANY planning on my part to "eat exotic," here is what my wife and I did to travel around the world just in the last 9 days.

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.

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