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All we want for Christmas…

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All we want for Christmas is a fabulous party dress

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Cherwell Fashion team get dressed up for Christmas! Wean yourself off the safe LBD and embrace this season’s luxe party dresses – embellishments, rich fabrics and jewel tones evoke the party season with a touch of decadence. Simple one-shoulder shapes are made interesting with feathers, floor-lengths are kept fun with plunging necklines and out-of-the-box outerwear such as capes add a focus point and much-needed practicality. Shoes should contrast – black chunky heels with a feminine frock, elegant stilettoes with an daring dress, animal print with block colours. It’s not just the tree that should sparkle this Christmas!

A simple chiffon cover-up with delicate embellishments is the epitome of class, and will liven up anything you already own.

Mary wears draped wrap, Topshop.

An above-the-knee cocktail dress is a foolproof option, but liven it up by choosing festive metallic tones.

Laura wears gold brocade Whistles dress.

Cream and white is a good, if unconventional, choice for Christmas if you’re feeling inspired by the Royal Engagement…

Jess wears cream floor-length dress, Kate Moss for Topshop. Agnes wears Topshop.

Lucy wears gold Topshop dress and own claret cape, Anahit wears one-shoulder indigo River Island dress.

Schools cuts likely to bleed

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Michael Gove should be one of the heroes of this government. His determination to fix Britain’s broken education system is beyond admirable, and the scale of his plans is beyond ambitious. Much of Gove’s work is long overdue, and should be welcomed with open arms. Some of it, however, needs to be urgently rethought.

Gove has, despite incredible bad luck (see Building Schools for the Future fiasco), done a rather good job. He managed to safeguard the education budget in a last minute rescue attempt, and reallocate funding where it is most needed via the pupil premium. In the education white paper he included plans to allow teachers to, for the first time in years, teach. The National Curriculum will shrink from a dictatorial control freak into a sensibly sized set of learning goals — laying out what pupils should learn, not how teachers should teach it. He included plans to put individual schools and teachers at the heart of disciplinary policy, and give them the discretion necessary to do what’s best for their community of pupils as a whole.

He also scrapped EMA. Though we can all cite the rich friend who get EMA through some obscure loophole and spent it on Smirnoff Ice at bad underage clubs, EMA serves an important purpose. The decision of whether to do A-levels, and which ones to do, determines a child’s future. Pupils whose parents cannot afford to give them an allowance, or who need to financially contribute to the running of their home, face an incredibly tough decision. In some cases this will lead to them dropping out of education altogether, or taking easier subjects to give them time to work longer hours at their job.

EMA is not a perfect system. Paying it direct to students has proven a clear mistake, and payments instead should be sent direct to parents. This doesn’t mean that the all important helping hand it gives to poorer students isn’t worthwhile though. The opportunity cost of Sixth Form is, for many people, remarkably high. Bringing it down will help students from less fortunate backgrounds get more university places, at better universities. If we care about social mobility this is one thing that should not be scrapped.

Gove also scrapped school sport. Here it is hard to see why so much has to be sacrificed for so little gain. The £162 million saved is only just more than the £120 million we spend on debt interest each day, yet the consequence is to hit both health and education. Tales of Cabinet showdowns have detailed ministerial concerns over the health of schoolchildren, and how scrapping the budget for exercise while obesity is rising might not be the best of ideas.

There’s another important problem though. Most of our schoolchildren, despite Jamie Oliver’s best efforts, still survive on an unhealthy high sugar diet. Pupils who snack for breakfast and spend their lunch break munching on sugar are inevitably hyperactive and disruptive in the classroom. The longer they sit still in behind a desk and then at home in front of the television, the worse their behaviour will be. School sport is a great way of breaking the cycle. No pupil who’s just played a proper football match has the energy to disrupt a classroom. Better than unleash the hyperactivity during maths, pupils should be getting rid of it on the sports field.

Time for the tables to turn

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Chris Woodhead, the former Chief Inspector of Schools, recently wrote an article championing league tables and their importance in “giving parents power”. Assuming that he was writing from more than a cynical desire to validate the Sunday Times’ own ‘Parent Power Schools Guide’, published in the same issue, it is a sign of how resilient this view of league tables is against the strong opposition from teachers and schools, and increasingly also from parents and researchers in education. Woodhead labels this opposition a “virus” that has spread from teachers who are only watching their own backs. He pays no heed to the possibility that teachers, being the people who actually interact with children in schools on a daily basis, are best placed to observe the corrosive effects of an excessive emphasis on attainment.

Woodhead responds to many of the criticisms of league tables, but only in generalised terms. He brushes aside the fact that they focus only on the academic results of a school with the statement that “this point is so obvious it should not need making”. Yet when Woodhead gives as evidence for the importance of rankings the fact that the abolition of league tables in Wales has led to a 1.92 drop in GCSE grades per pupil, he fully supports the statement that this is a sign of “reduced school effectiveness”. That the “effectiveness” of schools cannot be measured in anything but exam results is thankfully a view that is dwindling; take, for example, the fact that Oxford shows no signs of taking into account the new A* grade, recognizing that it is of minimal importance compared to the far more telling interview process.

When a school is labeled the ‘top’ with absolutely no consideration of factors other than what that year’s batch of pupils scored in their GCSEs and A levels, it sends a clear message that nothing beyond academic results really matters. Everyone who has been through secondary school knows the result: in the final years of school, working for those exams is absolutely the top priority of pupils and teachers, and initiatives to broaden our education, or to develop emotional and social intelligence – as much as they are supported in theory – are rarely met with lasting commitment.

As serious as this is, it is not the most damaging effect of league tables. The half of us who come out of education with good results will hopefully find time later to scrape together some social skills and wider interests to sustain our lives. The real damage of league tables is their trickle-down effect on the self concept of those at underachieving schools, and of those in every school who fall below the average mark in a world where results are all. Research into the impact of perceptions of failure on future motivation has been around for over twenty years, and a study has recently been completed by a team here at Oxford that fully establishes a causal link between academic self-concept and achievement. It is certainly arguable that the attainment gap between those schools at the top of tables and those at the bottom has far more to do with how the atmosphere of testing and over-emphasis on attainment affects the sense of motivation in the teachers and pupils in the lower half than on the standard of teaching at those schools.

In our effort to push up attainment levels, we have not stopped to question whether in pushing for that attainment we are threatening something more valuable. But until we get rid of league tables entirely and rely on more nuanced means of assessing schools on multiple fronts, we will never know.

Eighth Week!

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Monday – Endless fields – James Read

 

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Paul Roseby on Telling the Truth through the Arts

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Artistic Director of the National Youth Theatre, prolific director, broadcaster and writer, Paul Roseby, describes his journey in media and challenges students to “tell the truth.”

Wham, bam, Peter Pan

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“Which scene is this?! Shit, am I in it?”

Such was the light-hearted panic I heard behind me as the press preview began. And this serves to nicely illustrate what the Oxford University Light Entertainers (OULES), and what this particular production, are all about. They don’t take themselves too seriously and they have an absolute whale of a time, even regularly managing to churn out plays. The society itself is an all-inclusive casting company, meaning that anyone who auditions, and wants a part, gets one, even if this involves writing in new characters. Moreover, all profits from every production always go to charity (Great Ormond Street in the case of Peter Pan; the Pantomime) and the company take their shows to those who normally have little access to the theatre; nursing homes, primary schools, special needs schools and the like. It is a company that gives confidence to those who may otherwise shy from auditioning for OUDS. Most importantly, it’s for those kids inside all of us that just want to have a laugh, make some friends and throw on a show.

I actually reviewed Worcester’s Peter Pan (Not the Pantomime) last week and so should probably point out that I bloody love Pan. My same point could be made this week; it’s a bunch of people having fun with a great, heart-warming concept. The difference is, as Johnny Simms himself points out (Pirate 7 in Peter Pan-tomime) in The Oxford Student’s nauseating “Thespionage” column, that one has a great array of dramatic talent, and the other, well, doesn’t. So, if I were a cynical Grinch of a bastard, I could happily write a bitchy critique of this play, but this would serve absolutely no purpose, and would undermine the work that OULES do. For what it’s worth, I fully support their ideas about drama and reckon it’s about time that this little troop get the publicity they deserve.

Right, so let’s get the “reviewing” part over. The acting is, generally speaking, what you’d expect but there are some highlights. Marcus Garner-Hatcher’s Smee is fantastic and the comic delight that holds the whole pantomime together (think what the Old Vic’s Aladdin would have been like without Ian McKellen – he’s that awesome). His banter with Hook (Martin Corcoran) is nicely devised and Corcoran himself looks like he’s having the time of his life. Good turns are added by Rory Morrison’s Dame and a sex-pot-secretary-meets-pseudo-gothic-nymphomaniac Tinkerbell, played voluptuously by Asha Hartland. I was also particularly enchanted by a pirate that looked like he’d taken the wrong turn on the way to an Aerosmith concert, clicking his fingers to the music with a manic gesture that made me shiver.

8th week, Moser Theatre, Tuesday to Thursday, what else are you going to do? They strike me as a great bunch, having a laugh and doing some much needed good in the world. So let’s stop sulking about coursework or that end of term cough and all go and have some fucking fun: Light Entertainers Style. Oh and there’s some songs about being happy and not wanting to grow up. I’m there; and I’m bringing my cuddly polar bear toy, too.

Restaurant review: The Jam Factory

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Tucked away just past Park End Road, a street frequented by Oxford students probably more than any other, lies a Jam Factory with quite a different reputation. More niche than any other venue this side of the Cowley-Jericho divide, The Jam Factory delivers everything the name suggests; it’s quirky, cool and pretty damn sweet.

But a candied menu isn’t all The Jam Factory has to offer, as the multi-purpose arts centre boasts an eclectic timetable of buzzing bohemian activity. On booking, the manager informs me there will be a life drawing class at 8pm should we wish to join, and a peruse around the site reveals The Jam Factory is a popular haunt for Scrabble players, ‘World Beer’ lovers, photographers and more. What’s more, they have acquired a live music license a mere two weeks ago and are optimistic about the future, in terms of the potential of the venue. It doesn’t even seem to matter that the art itself is pretty poor, being at the Jam Factory makes you feel like you are out on a Berocca day reading Candide and pretending to be from the Continent.

The décor follows this trend: it’s artsy and modern, if a little confused. The spacious warehouse-like structure and potted plants give it a casual feel, but don’t entirely match with the 60s-style plastic furniture. The bar, on the other hand, is a little more upscale whilst the ‘gallery’ dining room has a toned down, day-time feel. The waitress shows us the workshop used for life drawing, undoubtedly the aesthetic highlight of the venue. The room has a high ceiling and light, lofty atmosphere that has an effortlessly cool aura about it.

One question remained, then: could the food pull it off? The menu isn’t exactly as edgy as The Jam Factory’s image, but it is of a high quality. British Gastropub with the occasional European staple tomato or Asian spice seems to be the slightly muddled theme, but to a large extent it works. The whitebait starter was a little spicy for a first course, and the arancini (risotto balls) were cooked well, but a tad bland. The smoked poached haddock was fresh, supple and delicious, served on a bed of a light and creamy mash. Equally the venison was tender and fragrant.

Although the dessert (chocolate brownie with ice cream) was distinctly average, The Jam Factory again rectified itself with some fantastic coffee. Their menu states they are ‘proud’ of their ‘blend of five different fair trade Arabicas and Robusta beans’ and it’s not hard to see why. Yet that’s not all they should be proud of in the beverage realm, as they boast a sophisticated wine list and the bottle recommended by our waitress was exactly to our taste. The Jam Factory even supports the local independent brewery ‘The Cotswald Brewing Company’, a commended producer of lager and beer made in the hamlet of Foscot, Oxfordshire.

Overall The Jam Factory is well worth going to, irrespective of it being slightly out of the way. The restaurant is not on the tip of many Oxford students’ tongues, but it is this unique and secretive aspect to it that deems it Cherwell-fficially cool. It’s not cheap, but equally not overpriced; a three course meal for two with wine and coffee came to a total of around £70-£80. With a little time its slightly confused identity and minor flaws will be ironed out, and it will become the place to be seen or to mention. So get there quick, if you’re anyone whose anyone. And remember, you heard it here first.

The Podd Couple: week 7

Matt and Ben take on the film of the year, yes that’s the one, do we really have to name it?

Cuppers football: Worcester 1sts v Brasenose 1sts

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Worcester 1sts take on Brasenose 1sts for a place in the Football Cuppers quarter finals.

If you could read my mind…

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…Then I wouldn’t believe you. It doesn’t matter whether you use a top hat and a wand, or a multi-million pound fMRI scanner: reading thoughts is still far beyond the reach of modern neuroscience, let alone anybody else. Recent years have seen huge advances in brain scanning technology and it is true that scientists can now effectively look inside the active brain and detect activity. But the technology has important limits.

This doesn’t stop ‘brain reading’ from hitting the popular press. The inexorable cycle of newspaper headlines has some recurring themes: politicians do bad stuff; photogenic students get good grades; animals, especially during the summer, get born and lost and found and learn to talk or dance or knit…and, with surprising regularity, “Scientists can read your mind” (or words to that effect). This is not true. At best, it is a gross exaggeration – and, of course, many of these articles will qualify their assertions and eventually even admit that the scientists in question can’t actually read your thoughts, which is what most of us understand ‘mind reading’ to be.

The technique at the bottom of the majority of mind reading stories is fMRI (functional magnetic resonance imaging), which uses a huge magnetic field to quantify blood flow changes in the human brain, and infer brain activity in small pockets of space called ‘voxels’. This imaging technique itself has come under a lot of fire in recent years; there are some doubts about whether those shifts in blood flow necessarily reflect bristling brain activity. Furthermore, two 2009 meta-studies of fMRI papers flagged major concerns about selection bias and ‘voodoo correlations’ based on the way the active voxels are selected and analysed. Finally, a rather Pythonesque study even used poorly-analysed fMRI data to demonstrate brain activity in a dead salmon. Irreverent detractors aside however, it is clear that fMRI can be used to useful effect by scientists who are aware of its limitations; indeed, the (since retitled) ‘voodoo correlations’ paper came from within the lab of Nancy Kanwisher, a world leader in functional imaging who takes a notably ‘bottom-up’, assumption-free approach.

fMRI is good at comparing very specific things. If you happily put yourself into a scanner and were told to either imagine running a marathon or to picture the boy or girl whom you first kissed, the scanner could help scientists guess which one you actually did – if they already had results from other people thinking the same things. The scan would not be able to discover that you were actually thinking about lunch.

What about a simple question like, ‘Is this person lying?’ This is perhaps more likely, because it could be argued that lying and telling the truth do indeed engage different emotional or decision-making processes that might be physically distinguishable in the brain. However, there are very few scientific papers that actually examine deceptive behaviour using fMRI, and most of them have been inconclusive (such as this PNAS paper from September).

It’s remarkable, then, that at least two companies currently peddle fMRI-based lie detection services. In 2009, a Californian father accused of child abuse hired ‘No Lie MRI’ to demonstrate his innocence. The story was broken on March 14th by Emily Murphy in a Stanford blog post and Wired Science wrote it up two days later. Within a fortnight, the application to admit the MRI scan as defence evidence was withdrawn after the child’s lawyers received advice from Stanford’s Center for Law & the Biosciences, where Murphy works. In May this year, evidence from another company made it as far as a New York courtroom but was thankfully rejected.

We must be wary of these developments, but at the same time we should not allow them to detract from the other brilliant things that brain scanning can accomplish. The technology for brain-computer interfaces is progressing rapidly, from tweeting with your brain or silently bossing a robot about to monkeys learning to eat with robotic limbs. In each case, however, the fancy gadgets take quite some mastering, and they are unable to ‘read out’ their instructions directly from a naïve user. Similarly, the amazing experiments that have allowed near-vegetative patients to communicate (see the NY Times report here) rely on a brain-scanning strategy that is calibrated beforehand on healthy individuals.

Used carefully, both in terms of its technicalities and its ethical implications, brain imaging is powerful science – but it can’t read you like a book. And as for magicians and TV tricksters, there is only one that you can trust. Chris Cox, “the mindreader who can’t read minds”, uses body language and other predictable behavioural clues to predict how his volunteers will act in simple games, while openly admitting that any patter about actual mind-reading is “bullshit”. His, then, is the only mindreading show that even a neuroscientist can enjoy. Next time you see a mind-reader who is rather less up-front, or read another lazy headline about ‘mindreading’ scientists, remember Chris and think “He can’t do it – and neither can they!”