My second term at Oxford ended on Friday. I had a report reading in the morning – basically, my program director reading my report card out loud, which happens for all students – and spend the rest of the day relaxing outside with a few friends.
The weather in Oxford has finally started to change. Hilary was the first term in which we saw snow – and only once, at that. But by the end of term, the trees were beginning to bud and the sun was starting to come out again. Thank goodness, because my term was challenging enough without the icky weather!
I love Oxford. Life is rich here – full of depth in experiences and opportunities. Something I also love is how incredibly beautiful it is. So today I thought I’d share some of that beauty with you, in the form of the many colors that make up my day-to-day life. Here’s a taste of my week, in full color.
I didn’t go to prom. Instead, my ex and I had a “pajama prom” where we watched Doctor Who with my little brother in our corsage, boutonniere, and PJ’s. One of my friends repeatedly told me I’d regret not going, because it’s the one opportunity you have to get fancy while you’re young.
Not at Oxford!
It seems that there’s a black-tie occasion here every other week. Last week alone, I went to two, prompting the legitimate question: what do you wear when you’ve never been to a black-tie event before, and now you have two in three days?
Oxford seems unwilling to let me have a bad day.
Take the last 72 hours, for example. They had all the potential to be terrible – my work was going badly, I was caught in the rain several times, and my back was bothering me again (more on that later). I got really sick one evening because I ate something bad at dinner. I was harassed twice on the street by drunk old men yesterday. It took me an hour and a half to find a 30-page journal article I needed, only to realize that the photocopier wasn’t working, so I had to leave it behind. To top it off, my beloved plant George died this morning, and his yellow-flowered partner Harriet is on her deathbed for reasons that I cannot figure out. I kind of want to buy new plants, but I’m not sure I can be trusted with them.
With the start of any new stage of my life – January 1st, a new school year, my birthday – I am always eager to pick up a Superhero Routine. Not saving cities, but being one of those irritating mythical beasts who rises at 5 AM to go jogging, who has self-imposed 8 hour work days even on weekends, and eats many green things besides arugula.
Of course, I am not one of those people. My brain is foggy if I wake up before 8:45. My body also really, really wasn’t made for running, thanks to two hip surgeries and countless ankle injuries. The only spinach-broccoli smoothie I have ever tried was absolutely horrid.