Oberlin Blogs

This is not so much a reminder to be good to yourself as it is a call to action: go read Fangirl! (With a side of pie.)

I was officially sold when the tour guide described Oberlin as a place where being weird is celebrated and loved.

On reading, writing, arithmetic, and interviewing strangers in Chinese.

Beginning with a "listening party" that leapt swiftly from Buck Owens to Kendrick Lamar, this fall's residency was RAD.

After years of trying to fit music into my schedule, music is my schedule. How about that?

These past two months have really flown by--I think it's appropriate to offer a bit of reflection.

In a weird way, my first brush with Oberlin was like my birth: I was late (although not by 10 days) and my body was propelled through the air until I landed somewhere, and maybe that's why I loved it immediately.

The summer of 2015, the Oberlin Brass Quintet went on a four week long tour of China during the months of July and August.

Where I live: what was expected and what was realized.

Being at Oberlin has truly made me engage directly with my school community that I most definitely would have circumvented had I stayed in my city, where I would've relied on my own pre-existing knowledge of my surroundings to find something to do.

One room, four degrees, and a whole lotta homework.

I walked in with no expectations. No pre-conceived ideas of what Uni would be like. No idea of how my life was going to change.