Oberlin Blogs

A belated fall break reflection in which I wonder about where home is.

How does a young brother like myself get to Oberlin? More importantly, why?

If you had told a wee 16-year-old Ruth that she would be moving to a small town surrounded by a LOT of corn in just two short years, I would not have believed you, not even for a hot second.

A fall break trip to a big university in Colorado helps me reflect on my small-school experience.

For the past two months, I've been living my dream of studying abroad in Budapest. It's been everything that I hoped it would be, and nothing like I expected.

I'm back, and I still love the Dixie Chicks.

How the most difficult summer of my life turned out to be the best summer of my life.

I remember so clearly my mom driving away that first day. She gave me a big hug and got in the rental car. I leaned through the window to give her a kiss on the cheek. It was one of the clearest moments of change in my life, and I felt it in my chest the way you do when you're about to cry.

My research wasn't all movie-watching and scouring old articles from the 70s and the 90s: I made it interactive through re-acquainting myself with the martial arts, specifically kung fu.

Am I just an indoctrinated, whiny, liberal arts college grad, snowflake?

After only just discovering dance, I dived right in this summer and attended ADF, one of the largest summer dance intensives in the country. What resulted was one of the most empowering, exhausting and transformative experiences of my life.

To help you out as summer comes to a close, I wrote up my own basic packing list. Happy packing!