Oberlin Blogs

In the life of an intern, just about anything can happen. Well, almost anything.

At first I was annoyed at the little assignments Oberlin's making me do to get credit for my summer internship, but now I'm grateful.

The job search is one of the most stressful experiences I've ever had. The only time I've ever felt so confused and overwhelmed was writing my college applications.

Notes from a month spent touring with an Oberlin rock band.

It turns out that for a pair of liberal college campuses, both boasting large feeder populations from elite(ist) NYC high schools, Cornell and Oberlin couldn't be more different.

My own computer, grammar errors, and what it's like to be the only Anglo at the country's biggest Spanish paper.

College has been better than any other time in my life. When I think about who I was when I arrived here, and who I am now... I am a fundamentally different person. I grew up in Oberlin.

Really, the only solution was to stay up until around 3:00 AM, listening to hit songs from the nineties, reading picture books, and learning the proper way to put on bangles.

My team T-Spain feat. Young Portugueezy, formerly Urethra Franklin, formerly Hurricane Kathleena and the Mansoon, really turned up the heat.

The challenge over the month came in donning both roles--as both a teacher and a student--all while being reassured along the way that we were likely to catch dengue fever, get taken hostage at a Jakarta airport, and be heaved out of a moving train on our way to Moscow.

Forget that there was no hot water in my bathroom and that the hotel gym cost an extra $18 a day to work out at; I was delighted with our 13th floor window overlooking Lake Michigan, and the opportunity to spend some time with Linda, whom I adore.

Please excuse my first post waxing nostalgic about graduating. There will probably be more.