I hadn’t looked at my passport photo for a long time prior to embarking on my now moderately infamous quest to get a U.K. visa. It’s actually pretty amusing. I have no piercings—not in my ears, not in my eyebrow—and my hair is closely cropped and normal colored. The thing that really humors me, though,… Continue reading “Shoeing the Tabs”, whatever that means
Things at Oxford are starting to heat up. My [redacted] day streak of going to pubs has ended. I have numerous papers I should be doing, in addition to the already insurmountable amount of reading. My rowing team even had a work-out that involved sweating and physical exertion (this is new). And I’m spending my… Continue reading Eat Your Heart Out, Julia Child. Or Not.
It occurs to me that I’ve written my last, well, who knows how many posts on various political topics. Anyone who knows me probably isn’t too surprised about this. To some extent, writing (and complaining) is my way of dealing with a world that, quite frankly, scares me. It’s hard to stay positive when I… Continue reading Living in Darkness, and Loving It
I may have mentioned it before, but I’ll repeat it: I love my living situation. I stay in a four story townhouse on a street right outside the college, and I have a reasonably sized room on the ground floor (that’s “zero floor” in British). Thanks to the generosity of the previous Sachs Scholar, I… Continue reading Geography Lessons
Unsurprisingly, England still feels really new to me. Somehow, I don’t quite fit in as a local after forty-eight hours (Okay, that’s letting myself off easy – somehow the English know I’m an American from 20 feet away – something to do with the loudness of my voice). I’m still in awe of how old… Continue reading New Normal
I have no business blogging tonight. I’ve been up for a solid thirty-six hours, and although I arrived in Oxford almost twelve hours ago, I have very little of significance to say about it. Still, I feel like I ought to write down a few first impressions of England – impressions that I will later… Continue reading Welcome to England, It’s Very English
“I haven’t been this scared in a long time And I’m so unprepared so here’s your valentine Bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody This world’s an ugly place, but you’re so beautiful to me.” – Blink 182, “Going Away to College” Four years ago, “Going Away to College” seemed like poetry. I was preparing… Continue reading What’s My Age Again?
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
I’ve spent my week in Princeton oscillating between having a smile plastered on my face and fighting an irrepressible melancholy. On balance, I must concede it’s pretty fabulous to be here: each day has consisted of bouncing from lunch dates with good friends to band rehearsals attended with good friends and late-night study parties composed… Continue reading Legacy
Hey sports fans. Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but it would seem that my life is decidedly less interesting when I’m no longer in mind-blowingly messed-up third world countries. Looking over my old journal and the blog I kept in high school, I’ve realized that I used to share practically everything with the… Continue reading Going back
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