It feels like only days ago that I was walking through the University Parks, ringed by waves of the greenest grass, the shiniest puddles, and the healthiest plants.
When I was seven, my grandma decided I was going to be a pianist. For the next twelve years, I sat through weekly piano lessons, despite a complete absence of enthusiasm for the instrument.
Ronan* was sitting cross-legged on the pavement outside the pub, engrossed by his Kindle. As a first-time Tinder user standing anxiously at what I imagined to be the vanguard of online dating, I had been naively endeared by his suggestion that we skip the virtual small talk and just get to know each other in person. He stood up to greet me. “Ah, that was a lovely hug.” It dawned on me that this may have been a mistake.
Drama
Oxford student drama is probably pretty different from drama at school — there’s a really exciting atmosphere, you can try new things, and there...
It’s always worth joining at least one society during your time at Oxford. Whether that may be sports, music, drama, politics, student journalism, or...
0th Week (noughth week)
the week before term starts, when most people move back to Oxford. This is when collections typically happen.
Battels
your bill for the...
Readers, your quest towards Hot Girl Summer is incomplete without capsaicin.
Run-of-the-mill summer recipes are heavy on sugar, acid, and ice, dominated by freezer-ready desserts,...