Oberlin Blogs

Plus a note on ObieTalk, which was written last and comes first, because it's most helpful to you prospies.

At Oberlin, my friends are my family. They're all different: what they look like, what they care about, where they're from. But they're my people.

Then a woman in the front row stood up. She was sobbing. The Lieutenant Governor couldn't ignore her emotional plea.

US News and World Report is not the Bible.

And of course, what did I find at the top of Black Butte mountain?--well... crazy aggressive chipmunks and a fellow Obie.

As it is this wonderful tradition to bring as much as possible of Oberlin to New York, I implemented a plan last fall to bring as much of OCircus! to New York as possible. In this post: Circus! Photos! Autumn!

On performing at CMJ over fall break

Isaac reflects on his first impressions of Oberlin after flying back home for fall break--only to find that his real home is at Oberlin. Awww.

...but it wouldn't have mattered because I probably wouldn't have listened anyways.

In this post: whining, zingers, too many words, neuroses, a moral, unplayable atonal blah blah blah, a payoff for those who wade through 900-odd words.

As I mentioned before, I was back early as an academic ambassador, a friendly, name-tag-emblazoned helpful upperclassman to help the overwhelmed freshmen during their first academic duties. Other than the perk of arriving back on campus early, I got to meet a number of extraordinary new students.

On theater, travel, and the Oberlin connection.