Oberlin Blogs

The end of the academic year always brings a sense of loss, a kind of annual attack of empty-nest anxiety. We think about the graduating seniors and heave a sigh. "What are we going to do?" we ask each other. "We'll never get a bunch of kids as good as these ones..."

Are there support groups for people who can't stop tumbling? I need one.

Our intern lunches became a regular occurrence - we would swap stories about the craziest things that had happened to us that day (so many crazy things, all the time), gossip about whatever was going on on the Hill, and, on one special occasion, Jordan nearly ran into and almost knocked over Dennis Kucinich in the cafeteria in the Rayburn Building.

Work is play is fun is work is life: in which I worked a ton as a student and tell you all about the fun I had while getting paid!

A guest blog by my roommate David Fegley, covering things on Oberlin's campus that my knowledge simply doesn't cover.

Friday was improv and Japanese chess. Saturday was an improv workshop. Sunday was an improvised steampunk dinner party. Yes, there are pictures.

Brandi recently posted an inquiry on her facebook status: "Oberfriends: If you had less than 60 seconds to express how awesome Oberlin is to someone who knows next to nothing about this place, what/how would you do it?" I visited her earlier that day, and she asked me the same question.

Pizza cooking, folk music, contra dancing and farm working: this is your weekend on Oberlin.

It strikes me that I'm probably growing up if I worry about bowings even when I'm the only person playing the part.

In which Active Minds raises awareness about suicide rates on college campuses.

Oberlin is famous as a stop on the Underground Railroad, and was well-known for the Oberlin-Wellington Rescue. And despite Oberlin's reputation for godless liberalism (joking!), there are several vibrant communities on campus for students of faith. There's also a great multifaith service event coming up on Sunday.

I wanted to work at a place that just didn't just give lip service to my understanding of diversity. The culture had to be one that breathed "you are welcome here" with no caveats attached.