Oberlin Blogs

More like course PREselection.

I am still here. Though I entered Oberlin with an expected graduation date of May 2016, my taking a semester off has delayed that until this upcoming semester. This reality took me a long time to accept and I have a lot of feelings about what "not graduating on time" means for me.

The people in Emma's family tease each other affectionately but ceaselessly and her older brother kept trying to eat my brains. I felt right at home.

A Winter Term learning independence among sheep, chickens, and seven year olds.

It suddenly hit me that this is my last chance to take classes at Oberlin, ever, and there are so many classes that I haven't had the chance to take yet. This is a sobering thought, especially since I've also suddenly been hit by an overwhelming desire to understand everything .

The only academic part of my semester is honors. No classes, no ExCos, no nothin'. Theoretically, this should make my honors process much less stressful to endure.

One famous Oberlin grad came to study neuroscience and left with a degree in American history through folk music. Can you imagine his add/drop period woes?

I'm reading roughly over 1,100 applications before mid March.

London, week one. It's sort of like Ohio except not at all. For instance, flowers are growing.

Where I was, what I did, what I ate, and who I was with during my Winter Term in the Philippines.

My friend Tino and I debuted our 'Single Ladies' dance, and Twister didn't rehash awkward puberty memories, ending the party with my tears and cries of emotional pain, like it very easily could have.

In which a Californian attempts to explain weather in Ohio to those people who live in a warm climate.