Oberlin Blogs

Oberlin has been the small, tight-knit and stimulating community I have needed for the past several years. But I am on the brink of exploring life and discovering my specific place in the world — a both exciting and terrifying prospect.

In this post: rollin' like a G; how to succeed as Editor-in-Chief of an independent news organization without really trying; being elected to a board of directors when you just wanted to sit in on a meeting for the sole purpose of making witty side comments; thinking about things like an adult (even though it's terrifying).

If you have not woken up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland before, I do not recommend doing so. It's like waking up at 6:00 a.m. to take a standardized test in an industrial suburb of Cleveland.

Entry may or may not include a sick freestyle!

A rather existential blog post about internships. Have I scared you away from reading this yet?

WARNING: contains metaphorical language you may not yet be prepared to handle.

That, I suppose, is as fitting a metaphor as any for the end of my college time. We, in some small way, touch a place, it touches us, and then we move on.

Grad school was an obvious possibility, as was finding a job and working for a year, getting more lab experience. But I wasn't sure if I wanted to remain so heavily married to the sciences, at least in the immediate future.

Getting in

Things got a little hairier at this point, if I remember right, and I found new uses for my simple tools. The flat head screwdriver could be easily used as a pry bar, I found, pulling up pieces of the tape player whose screws wouldn't yield to my five year-old hands.

So here's the deal. I'm looking for VOLUNTEERS. Students who would like to begin working on their own ePorfolios now. I provide you with access to an ePortfolio system, you use it (more instructions provided) and, every now and again, we get together to talk to other ePortfolio users about how it's going and what you're getting out of it (or not!).

In five years, how am I changed?