Oberlin Blogs

I thought I would have a pretty relaxing week, during which I could do things like unpack, hang up posters, and read all the YA novels that are still on my 'to read' list. That's not what's happened.

I spent most of orientation waiting for it to be over.

An alternative take on the alternative.

Oberlin is probably the best place in the world to find recycled, reused, free (or insanely cheap) stuff. So before you hitch a ride to Wal-Mart, here are a few places to get to know...

During Orientation and the first few days of class, remember: relax. Awkwardness is diffused when neither person is more savvy than the other--and you will all be equally clueless, I assure you. (And you MUST bring some kind of academic planner!)

The shirt didn't really serve its purpose... Nevertheless, the day got me thinking about my own Freshman Orientation.

Facebook isn't how college will be, but it'll still be your one of your favorite procrastination devices when you get there.

On coming home.

In this post: freshman rituals, changed names, sneaking out of windows, newspapers, The Review security notebook, and much, much more!

The photo-illustrated "do"s and "don't"s of packing for Oberlin. Hints: no cats, no grout, and no prom dresses.

"Is there such a thing as playing the field anymore? Is there a middle ground between a couple and a hookup? Because it sure doesn't look like it." I think that there should be.

Well, no. I'm not actually going to talk about sex. Not no never. I've always been a believer that sex is sort of like music. You don't talk about making it. If you're good at it you don't talk about it. If you talk about it, you're not good at it.