Oberlin Blogs

My colleagues and I looked at each other in astonishment. No, we mumbled almost apologetically, we're sorry, but that is not a problem we tend to have.

There is, in fact, only one magical way to schedule all the performances (AND hit every single "Welcome back to a new semester! We missed you!" activity AND manage to see all your friends who you missed all of winter term... which can all coincide sometimes).

During Add/Drop, we overcommit. This is inevitable.

I got my grades for my first ever semester in college back a few weeks ago, and I'm...pretty pleased, actually....

There we were, plodding along side by side on the icy streets of Oberlin, snow soaking in through the mesh of our running shoes, brisk wind turning our limbs rosy red, winter sun on our faces.

To learn the routes of migration, we did in a couple of easy hours what takes most migrants four excruciating days.

What if good intentions and a strong desire to "make a difference" aren't enough?

Not impressed? Well, I bet you won't believe what arrived in my mailbox this morning.

Living with a host family is a difficult adjustment after two and a half years in Oberlin's dorms.

I learned that there is a certain art to pie-making, kneading from the center out, making sure that the middle isn't too thin, and being careful to leave a slightly raised border along the outside so there's some semblance of crust after it bakes.

I've already got crazy nostalgia for the long, lazy summer days spent lounging in the hammock on our porch, the nights of impromptu jam sessions with my more musically inclined friends, the smell of freshly baked bread rising up from our kitchen.

Drugs, thugs and racism: a smidgen of what I've learned so far on the border.