Oberlin Blogs

All you need to know is that it's legit real-world stuff, and she hasn't even graduated yet. Some people just really have their lives together.

Another open letter to my family: being a big kid is eye-opening and good. Much love-profession enclosed.

Or, "This is a terrible idea!" (Inside: helpful faculty; I hate the GRE; Career Services rocks)

Or, "This is a great idea!"

Even in the worst economy ever, we ex-Obies find a way. Glimpses of the post-college lives of the Class of 2010.

I abruptly dumped my old internship for a better one. Don't judge me, you would too.

From job hunting to house hunting to cheap cultural activity hunting, I don't think I'm in Kansas (or Oberlin) anymore.

And so, my life in Oberlin goes on. Slightly different, but definitely still very, very exciting.

As a veteran of several of their programs I am still completely obsessed with the Center's summer camps, but I'm a bit too old to be at WKU every summer. Instead, I've graduated to camp counselor, and this time to a roving group of creative teens at a film and media camp right here in Oberlin.

And I make bad jokes.

The fairy godmothers are actually hillbillies, the prince is something of a dud, and the mice are a lot more concerned about where they're going to get their next meal than about anything that's going on with Cinderella.

Inside: Karl's summer internship at the Bread & Butter Collective, a silkscreen studio run by Oberlin alums, and all things related.