And now, for your reading my writing pleasure, my in-depth coverage of Summer Eights Rowing Regatta, a.k.a. the second best thing to Princeton reunions. Check back for regular updates of interest to literally no one! And just because I think it’s sort of how real blogs do it when they cover things of actual import,… Continue reading Eights 2010
It’s gorgeous out. Not the “the-sky-is-only-85%-covered-in-clouds-today-and-it-hasn’t-rained-in-an-hour” weather that usually passes for gorgeous in England, but legitimately, fantastically, gorgeous . Which is why I am extremely bitter to have spent all weekend inside a library*, and am writing this incredibly boring post about… libraries! I never got the sense that Princeton had much of a library… Continue reading Boxed In
There are times when Oxford and Princeton seem eerily similar.* Case in point: the Oxford bubble. As I am prone to do, I occasionally gripe to anyone within earshot about the apathy and inactivity of the student body here. The other day, when I was whinging to my housemate, she sighed and said “Oh, I… Continue reading Oxford, at the margins
Having last week posted about my delight at Oxford’s preposterous academic garb, I figured I would complete the series by writing about my recent experiences with two other fabulously pretentious Oxford institutions: summer balls and punting. “Punting” refers to going boating on the Thames, preferable with a pitcher of Pims on board. Punting is pretty… Continue reading He’s an Oggsford Man
In celebration of finishing exams, a few development studies students set out to find the least productive way to spend an afternoon. We found this paragon of procrastination. It is called cricket. I freely admit that I do not know enough about cricket to appreciate its nuances, which I’m sure are fascinating. I also know… Continue reading Spring Has Sprung!
This weekend, I took (and – knock on wood – probably passed) my first two proper exams as an Oxford student. Oxford exams are more than just tests, though; they’re an experience – and to be prepared, you definitely have to do more than just study. First up, there’s the attire. At some point, Cambridge… Continue reading Invigilate THIS!
Since it’s April Fools Day, I thought I would share this (very real) humo(u)rous / completely awful interchange I had with my adviser the other day. (By way of introduction, I should note that my adviser is a somewhat portly, jovial British economist in his mid-60s.) Me: I’m having a lot of anxiety about my… Continue reading Profound Thoughts on Thesis Writing
The borderline-miserable experience of Hilary Term ended yesterday morning at 9:30 a.m., with an overly complicated eight-step process for turning in our only graded assignment of the term. Technically, I had until noon, but having spent eight weeks on a single essay, I was ready to be free of it. Instead – in true Princeton… Continue reading Victory Lap
Not to be overdramatic, but To be completely overdramatic, I have a truly overwhelming amount of reading to do. Now, as an undergraduate, the phrase “I have so much reading” was bandied around quite a bit. Being a student at Oxford, though, gives me new perspective on what “so much reading” means. Take heed, ye… Continue reading Pavlov’s Graduate Students
Sometimes, I have the self-awareness to notice my friends’ eyes start to glaze over when I start rehashing my most recent rowing exploits, and realize that the fact that I currently have an unbalanced cult-like devotion to the sport does not, in fact, mean that anyone else cares. But, since this week was “Torpids” –… Continue reading The Thames giveth; the Isis taketh away