On Friday, two friends from my department and I decided that we would use our post-examination freedom to explore some of Oxford’s more ancient, beautiful, and storied colleges. Most of them have rather austere exteriors, perhaps intended to ward off the legions of tourists crawling around the city, but gorgeous interiors. We walk past them… Continue reading Lost Soul in All Souls
Even before, I came to Oxford, I had already realized that the stock American responses to the Oxford experience are fairly cliched. I’m friends on facebook with enough people who have taken a Junior Year Abroad to already have heard every imaginable variation on “I’m in Oxford – and it’s just like Harry Potter!” Now… Continue reading (Insert Harry Potter Comparison)
Tonight is Worcester College, Oxford’s first pub night. All the new graduates will gather around the buttery and partake of some low-price English ale. Sounds like a good chance to meet people and make new friends. I will not be in attendance. Instead, I will be leading a group of Princeton undergraduates in some illicit… Continue reading LSAT, Redux
As I sit on the plane, I realize that my previous post (“Getting Used to It”) is borderline incoherent.* Since I’m saving up what little motivation to edit my own writing I have for graduate school; I figure I will just try to illustrate what I was getting at with an example. Hiring – and… Continue reading Paradoxes of Poverty
Alex V. Barnard - Sociology 