Oberlin Blogs

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

Since I first sat back down at my desk last Saturday, I had this whole blog perfectly planned out.

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

There's much to be said about adverse conditions, turmoil, and challenges. They have a way of cutting right across a number of boundaries which previously seemed unalterable.

Today my program spent the afternoon in court. It's not what it sounds like.

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

I have a lot going on, and the semester hasn't even started.

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

The second of two pieces I wrote during first semester about performances in Oberlin.

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.

Once we landed at Cleveland-Hopkins Airport, I woke up and raced for the bus stop. After waiting outside for 10 minutes, I huddled indoors and discovered I had missed the last bus by 15 minutes. Gahhh.