Oberlin Blogs

Another open letter to my family: being a big kid is eye-opening and good. Much love-profession enclosed.

And the winner is...the Conservatory library. (With photos!)

The days are long, the weeks are short.

I've decided to comic my life. General feelings?

A day--or rather a night--in the life of an Obie.

As soon as we sat down, I was struck by the overwhelming need to pull out my thermo textbook and continue working.

In this post: John's list of the top five ways to procrastinate at Oberlin!

Pokémon! And ExCos! Specifically, ExCos about Pokémon!

Seven (hopefully sometimes interesting) things a day. Seven days. This is what I did with my week.

When we ambled around Tappan Square, I was the head of the lion, hearkening back to the first time I did the lion dance. My lovely friend who was the tail was also the person who danced with me that first time.

As an upperclassman, I seem to be endowed with magical powers and abilities.

Most colleges give their students a choice between traditional housing and fraternities or sororities. Oberlin, being Oberlin, has a different--and much wider--array of choices. Case in point: Sci-Fi Hall, where I now live.