Oberlin Blogs

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

It's possible to teach English, completely in English, to people who speak no English.

Looking back on a winter filled with books and histories, I think the award for creepiest anecdote goes to Charles de Lint, and his story of a creature who lived in refrigerators and sucked the yolk out of eggs. If the human in residence then refused to buy any more eggs, the creature would move out of the fridge and on to the vitreous fluid in said human's eyeballs. Good times.

Although not a Winter Term on the West Coast, unfortunately.

For three and a half weeks, we've slipped into an archaic apprenticeship system and become printer's devils. When else could I do something like this, if not during Winter Term?

There was also a bonus piece to the puzzle that they could collect if they found Bigfoot and told him some facts about himself.

In five years, how am I changed?

Rue made cookies. We decorated them. Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

What exactly should every Oberlin graduate know and be able to do by the time they walk up to the commencement stage? How do we know that she knows? And how do we make sure that her coursework allows her to actually learn it?

The story of how Helena and I discovered Celebration Bells, First Church's handbell choir.

Oberlin seems to be positioning itself as a destination city--a place people come to for dining, entertainment, and recreation.

In which I attempt to share my glorious friends with the world.