My name is Aries Indenbaum, and I was born in Point Reyes,
California, though I did most of my growing up in New Rochelle, New
York. After graduating this past May, I found an awesome job in Oberlin
working for the Office of Communications as a Web Fellow. My job
concerns building and managing social media platforms as well as
writing for various campus publications. Or, as my parents put it,
"She does stuff on the internet."
Outside of work, my life as a staff member is not so different from my
life as a student. I'm teaching the Storytelling Exco to a group of
wonderful people. Over the last semester, I've become much more
involved with swing dance on campus, taking the Continuing Swing Exco
and going to as many dances, workshops, and lessons as I can. In my
spare time, I write speculative fiction: prose that describes the
future to discuss the present.
In my time at Oberlin, I've been involved in a vast spectrum of
activities: from choirs to improvised comedy, volunteering at a local
farm to co-producing a noir radio show. My biggest commitment was
OCircus, Oberlin's Circus, involving about a hundred jugglers, hula
hoopers, composers, acrobats, dancers and musicians. As a first-year student,
I started as a clown; the next year, I was a House Manager; as a
senior, I was the Ringleader.
Since my freshman year, I've been a tour guide for Oberlin Admissions.
My last year, I worked as a Senior Intern, conducting interviews,
exchanging emails with prospective students, and learning how
Admissions works. I also worked as a Creative Writing Intern, giving
information sessions for prospective majors, and an Academic
Ambassador, a mentor for first-years who helped with class scheduling,
registrations and adjusting to college.
I love running, candy, student bands, the Arboretum, ideas, my
friends' lives, music, different ways of learning and sharing, trees,
robots, comics, stars, and politics.
I feel totally comfortable in Oberlin. I don't worry about homophobia, sexism, or personal security. I can go running at 2AM here, without fearing for my life. I can smile at strangers. I can be myself. Leaving Oberlin means leaving home.
In order to get an idea of the scope of Winter Term projects, we asked students to submit photos. We received shots from the top of Kilimanjaro to the Mad River Valley in Vermont; Prague to Washington, DC; Seattle to Oberlin. Then we made an album.
Since freshman year, I've known we have a Pottery Co-op. I've seen the bowls; I've had tea in their mugs. But until now, I've had no idea where it is. (Warning: entry includes pranking photos, ray guns, and violence to bicycles.)
This week, I gave a tour to the direct descendant of John F. Oberlin. In my head, I pictured an irritated blond, infuriated by my foolish blathering and my inability to discuss Oberlin achievements in conversational French. (Warning: Entry includes bears.)
Oberlin students have a certain spark. It's not snark or cynicism, it's more of a slightly pointed... silliness. Weird implies non-functionality; uniqueness is too bland. Eccentric? Zany? Jaunty? Quirky? .... Does anyone have a word for us?
Building a circus can be outrageously different from theater. Circus creates issues you don't have to worry about with theater: like insurance, or fire permits. And not having a script. Or a stage manager. This makes everything even MORE exciting than normal!
As I am employed as a tour guide, admissions intern, and creative writing intern, "All Roads" is pretty busy for me. Besides tours, info sessions, and panels, I saw Reefer Madness, sunbathed, and contra danced.
Tonight: Music party at Harkness, with Andrew Gombas, Birthday Kids, and Dos Mil Días De Fuego. Before that, I saw Spring Back, a dance show, so it's been... a long night. My ears hurt. My thighs hurt. I am super-duper happy.
"Bloggers don't have to be introspective," I protested. She put her hands up, "It's not a bad thing. You just... might want to think about stuff. Sometimes. You don't have to, but it's good. Sometimes."
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.