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I'm Brandi, the proud owner of a recent Oberlin College English degree. My hometown is Winchester, Virginia, a fairly rural area a few hours outside Washington, D.C., where I lived up until I left for college. (Ask me what it's like to grow up in the house your great-great-grandfather built with his own hands.) Leaving Winchester didn't seem at all likely until I declared to my parents at 15 that I was going to go to college (I'm the first on either side), and that I wanted that college to be Oberlin. They weren't quite ready for so much change all at once, so I spent a year at a large public university in Virginia before I transferred here.

I embraced the liberal arts mindset by taking a wide variety of classes at Oberlin: a drawing-heavy architecture class, an organismal biology class, a course on the writing of William Faulkner, a grant writing class which allowed me to write and submit a grant for a nonprofit organization, a mythology class, a semester of Italian, and an American history class about Oberlin. My final project for my English major was an exploration of the similarities and differences of the regionally- influenced storytelling of William Faulkner in Dry September and Gabriel Garcia Marquez in Chronicle of a Death Foretold. I absolutely love the interdisciplinary nature of classes here and how passionate professors and students are, and I can't speak highly enough of how much I've learned from others inside and outside of the classroom.

As a student, I worked for the Admissions Office, gave tours of the incredible Allen Memorial Art Museum, was an RA, and served as the chair of the Transfer Student Organization and of the Oberlin Swing Society. (Generally, I like knowing things, and sharing all those things I know with anyone who will listen.) I still swing dance constantly, and I've recently discovered the joys of cooking with local produce.

By the way, I am employed in this first year after graduation, much to the pleasure and shock of my family, who were worried that a liberal arts degree was going to somehow cripple my future. I'm working for the Office of Communications in a one-year Media Relations fellowship, which makes me the person in the office who connects Oberlin to the local media and student news publications and also the proud counterpart to Miss Ma'ayan Plaut.

Please fulfill my undying need to answer questions by commenting on my blogs or e-mailing me at brandi.ferrebee@oberlin.edu.

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My other life.

A case-study in randomly-chosen roommate success

Alexandra Anemone is not a character from Finding Nemo. She's a badass.


A series of vignettes on my Oberlin birthdays.

Hey Transfers!

The transfer hall is this great jumping-off place. It's where new students that have attended another college can come get their bearings together and not feel like they are alone with their war-stories of places that didn't fit them.

Some habits die hard. Like being a student.

I still get to hang out with many of my friends and chat with professors about our shared academic interests. It is necessary, however, that when looking at classes in the course catalog I limit myself to drooling, like a diabetic child through the double-paned glass window of a chocolate shop might.

Commencement (and the flood of emotions that comes with it)

When you find something you love as intensely and completely as I love Oberlin College, it's hard to consider leaving. But the whole point of coming to college is to graduate, right?

Open letter from the Queen of the Transfers to her fair subjects

Jen, the woman in the Admissions office behind organizing almost every tour, overnight visit, or visit program, fondly refers to me as the Transfer Queen.

Failing, and then picking myself back up again

In which I discuss what happens when I (an Oberlin student) eat it academically and personally.

Glee and Financial Aid

Merit-based, need-based, and all those annoying things the guidance counselors are going on about, but simplified, using Glee.

My holiday update letter

It's like those creepy bragging notes you get from your cousins, but not bragging. It's just me updating you after being a bad blogger.

A night with Ed Helms

Ben joyfully tipped us off that Helms & musical friends were going to be performing a bluegrass encore on the porch of Tank.

Part I of my fractured fairytale: Clyde

Once upon a time (specifically, January 14th, 2006), I was a more-confused-than-usual high school senior applying to Oberlin.

We are Oberlin: [Insert Adjective Here]

To me, Oberlin can't be summed up in one adjective. So, here for your exploring pleasure, are the adjectives that I think best describe Oberlin.

Admissions, from the in(tern)side

I have the unique perspective of having gone through two applications processes and now introducing new applicants to Oberlin, and so I want to give prospective students (or "prospies," as we fondly call you, in reference to our own nickname of "Obies") an idea of what it's like to visit Oberlin as a prospective student.

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