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As most Cambridge students head into exam term, C Sunday constitutes a final hurrah, expending all their energy before knuckling down. The spirit of revelry, somewhere between a Bacchanalia and a large-scale fraternity party, was infectious.

Reflecting on the most recent evolution of the Feminism movement, Maddie Gillet evaluates the "decentering men" trend

Ava Doherty reflects on university friendships – and laments how it can often feel like a loveless environment

Sometimes the strangest methods are the most effective.

Gossip – does it have redeemable qualities, or is it simply inexcusable? Amy Lawson discusses.

On quiet St Clements Street, a warm glow welcomes guests from behind an unobtrusive facade – Pan Pan restaurant promises a casual and comfortable dining experience.  

In the summer before starting university, with my place at Oxford secured, and the reality of the impending plunge into the unknown beginning to dawn on me, I embarked on a three-week long solo trip around Italy.

Tiktok is helping us see what it might be like to have no social anxiety. But is complete disinhibition something we should all aspire to?

The menstrual cycle is not a disadvantage – understanding and accommodating it can bring huge advantages.

There is an effortless quality to the pictures that seems to send out the message: I am not here to impress.

Beatrix Arnold discusses the golden harp, the ritualistic three-part pour, and the bravado of splitting the G

What if our concentration spans aren't doomed by the rise of short form content? Juliette McGrath reveals that there might be hope for us yet.

The concept of being a fringe friend sounds pretty terrifying – but the alternative sounds even worse.

The Coffee Guild: 4/5 stars

At home, things are quite simple: clearly labelled bins for various types of recycling, a reassuring food waste bin at hand in the kitchen,...

"Ultimately, getting better is not about erasing the past in the promise of the future; it is learning to say your name with a smile, knowing it has always been yours to say and will continue to be."

Exclusive secrets finally revealed by an April Fools mastermind

Just over three years ago, I received my Oxford offer.  Like most sixth formers, my Oxford acceptance email came in the middle of my mock...

here is a lot to be said for blind positivity. On a good day, I’m a manifester, a big believer in my ability to speak things into existence. During my English A-Level, I had complete confidence that the crystals hidden in my bra would provide enough luck to snag me an A*. Today, I put great faith in words, relying on the same ‘I can do it’ that gets Olympic athletes across the finish line, to help me through difficult situations.

I’m now in my fourth year, and as such, must grapple with the reality of my Oxford days drawing to a close. Granted, this is something that every student must contend with, and I watched on as most of my friends bade a fond farewell to this city where our friendships began when they graduated last summer. Yet there is something about the fourth year that I’m certain makes the final year even more strange: a sense of something already lost, of living in a moment that has already passed.