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Fake Rhodes Scholar caught out

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A fraudulent student who been studying at Harvard for two years based on false credentials was discovered when he faked an applications for the Fulbright award and the Rhodes scholarship, an international postgraduate award for study at Oxford.

Adam Wheeler, aged 23, had been accepted as a transfer student to Harvard in 2007 on account of numerous A-grade transcripts which he presented from Phillips Academy Andover, an elite American boarding high school, and the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). Wheeler studied at Harvard for two years before his fraudulent claims were discovered.

Following Wheeler’s dubious application for the Rhodes Scholarship, it was found that he had forged the transcripts from MIT which had won him a place at Harvard. It was revealed that he had not attended the high school, nor MIT as he had previously claimed. Rather, he had graduated from Caesar Rodney High School in Delaware, an average state secondary school. He then spent two years at Bowdoin College in Maine, before being suspended for academic dishonesty.

Wheeler also claimed to speak five languages, including Old English, Classical Armenian, and Old Persian. He said he had given lectures at other elite American universities, and pretended to have a perfect score of 1600 on the SAT exam. In fact, he had sat the test twice and scored 1160 and 1220.

The student’s fraud was discovered by an English professor who was reviewing Wheeler’s Rhodes scholarship application. The professor suspected Wheeler of plagiarising part of the application, and although Wheeler claimed it was an error, the professor’s suspicion led to a review of Wheeler’s entire transfer application to Harvard. It was after this that Wheeler’s false claims about his school and MIT became clear. In particular, it was noticed that Wheeler had submitted a A-grade transcript from MIT, despite the fact that MIT does not give letter grades to students during the autumn term of their first year.

When he realised the possibility of being discovered, Wheeler attempted to escape by completing new transfer applications to Yale and Brown, two other Ivy League universities. To do this, he forged yet more documents to attain admission, including a letter of recommendation from David Smith, the Academic Dean at Harvard who had first informed him of the plagiarism accusations concerning his Rhodes scholarship application.

Yale contacted his parents, who insisted that their son confessed his false academic record to Yale. It was due to their interference that he confessed. Wheeler chose to leave Harvard rather than face an academic hearing.

Meg Hauser, a student at Brown University, said, “This type of forgery in the course of college admissions, though usually not so extensive, is all too common. Admissions officers cannot physically check every component of an application; it is likely all too ordinary for graduating students to pad their resumes with false information.” 

Wheeler has subsequently been charged with 20 criminal counts at an arraignment at the Middlesex Superior Court in Woburn, Massachusetts. The counts included larceny, because he was awarded scholarships totalling nearly $50,000 from Harvard, and also identity fraud and pretending to hold a false degree. Wheeler pleaded not guilty.

The Rhodes Scholarship is one of the oldest and most prestigious international fellowships, which brings outstanding students from around the world to study at Oxford. The scholarship was initiated after the death of Cecil Rhodes in 1902, and the first American Scholars came to Oxford in 1904.

Students applying for Rhodes Scholarships apply through the Rhodes Trust’s system, which has its own checks and procedures in place which are separate from those carried out by Oxford’s graduate admissions office.

A spokesperson from the University Press Office said, “Those who make fraudulent applications would face severe action, up to and including expulsion. Oxford’s Graduate Admissions and Funding Office (GAO) takes fraud very seriously, and has issued guidelines on detecting fraud in graduate applications to all departmental admissions bodies. There are procedures in place to deal with suspected cases of fraud.”

The revelations about Wheeler’s attempts to win a place at Oxford through faked documents come after a fresher at LMH was discovered as a fraud at the end of Michaelmas term of last year. The student, who won place at Oxford in 2009 to read Economics and Management, claimed to have graduated from school with at least 10 A grades at A level, and had also forged references from a teacher.

After this went unnoticed, the undergraduate admissions procedures at Oxford has had a shake up. Starting with applications for entry 2011, students who apply outside the UCAS system, as the LMH student did, will be required to produce their exam results as a condition of them getting an offer from Oxford.

The University stated, “Whilst it is impossible to eliminate the risk of fraudulent behaviour altogether, one of the aspects of Oxford which helps to minimise the risks of fraudulent behaviour going undetected is its intensive selection and teaching system. The selection system for undergraduates includes interviews and, for many subjects, aptitude tests, while the tutorial teaching system gives close supervision to demanding academic work.”

 

"Teaching you is soul destroying"

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A review of Oxford’s teaching model has found that many students feel their work favours “style over substance”, that blagging is one of the key skills taught by an Oxford degree and that the tutorial system has damaged many students’ self-confidence.

Published this week, the document highlights key problems felt by students throughout their degree and calls for a reassessment of long-term teaching objectives.

The review also brings revelations about the discrepancies in treatment students felt they were receiving across the four subject groups of Humanities, Social Sciences, Maths, Physical and Life Sciences (MPLS) and Medicinal Sciences.

Comments such as “it’s hard to stay motivated when your tutor tells you that ‘teaching you is soul-destroying'” indicate that students, especially those in MPLS subjects, feel that their confidence had been damaged by the teaching which they had received.

Students from Humanities and Social Sciences felt that “blagging” is an inevitable skill to be picked up. Some students felt they have “no choice but to work” and that work is “mainly style over substance”.

Undergraduates studying Medical Sciences courses expressed concern at the difference in teaching between colleges. The number of tutorials which students were having appeared to range from 2 per fortnight to 8 per fortnight depending on what college they attended.  

The review, which “reflects the experiences of hundreds of Oxford’s undergraduates”, is a result of focus groups that were instigated by OUSU, and conducted across nine colleges.

Despite the lack of consistency between tutorials in different Colleges, students in MPLS are more satisfied than their peers in other disciplines with the manner in which they were examined.

Students in MPLS are more satisfied with lectures, but they wished for them to be more effectively timetabled. MPLS students also feel that postgraduate students would be better at delivering classes or leading lab work than academics.

Some of the problems raised with lab work within MPLS and Medicinal Sciences is attributed to an “inclarity over the objectives” and an “outdated” form of teaching.
The issue generating the most dissatisfaction is the mismatch of the teaching model with the examination system, felt most greatly by Social Sciences and Humanities students.

Students frequently reported that they feel the work they were asked to produce for tutorials was very different from what was expected in examinations. 

The report says it was “very apparent that students were deeply concerned that they were unclear about the criteria against which they would be assessed”.

There is a strong sense that students do not know “what a first class essay would look like” in an examination setting or how they would produce one in under an hour.

Commonly students believe that “confidence and the ability to write aggressively” is what got them the highest marks but feel that large amounts of revision would not necessarily provide them with this ability.

Among the report’s suggestions about ways in which the style of teaching could be altered is the introduction of a common framework for teaching. This comes after students expressed that tutors’ teaching did not match expectations.  

The lack of summative assessment was noted by students in all four subject divisions, but was particularly focused on in Humanities and Social Sciences. Students felt that work was assessed against published marking criteria too infrequently given the importance of public examinations. 

Collections were not considered by students to be a sufficient method of providing summative feedback, “because of the lack of seriousness with which it was felt that they were sometimes taken.”  

Humanities and Social Sciences students in particular “did not feel there was any clear link between the manner in which they were taught and the manner in which they were assessed”.

The review showed there is a perceived contrast among students between tutorial work and what was expected in examination settings. It was also felt that summative assessment was largely dependent on the whims of individual tutors owing to unclear assessment criteria.

Students felt that mechanisms such as the release of ‘model answers’ by degree classification, greater access to examination scripts and more opportunities to practice exam-style writing would help with uncertainty over examinations,
Some of the expectations students had about teaching at Oxford had not been met, especially in Social Sciences, where students were likely to perceive tutors “as being comparatively uninterested in undergraduate teaching.”

Social Sciences and Humanities students, in particular Modern Linguists, expressed dissatisfaction with course organization and the unclear administration of joint courses. They were also mostlikely to view lectures as “ineffectual”.

Students across all divisions frequently indicated speed of work, resilience, willingness to defend they point of view as some of the skills they had acquired at Oxford.
The review indicated that even “in light of the [University’s] worsening financial situation” it is possible to implement changes which would improve student satisfaction.

RAG bags swag on trip to Bath

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Last Saturday saw Oxford’s RAG-Raid team take to the streets of Bath in aid of Link Ethiopia, an educational charity.

The team of 42 managed to raise just over their target of £2,000, which will go towards funding clean water facilities for school children.

Habiba Islam of Somerville College, who organised the day, commented that the beautiful weather highlighted the importance of Link Ethiopia’s work. “On that hot day, we were especially grateful for water. It made it clear how important clean water availability really is.

“Everyone had loads of fun… it was a lovely day and couldn’t have gone better.”
RAG Press Officer Rob Day wore a Robin Hood outfit for the day. He said that it felt “a bit like being a Big Issue seller,” but overall the public had given generously.

Star RAG-Raiders were Abigail Brehcist and Isabella Mighetto, who raised £233.91 between them. They said, “We found the best way to raise money for a cause is to attract as much attention as possible: for us this meant being bright green, granting wishes and grinning manically! It led to a day full of fun and a bucketful of money!”

Most previous raids have taken place in and around Oxford, but the trip to Bath allowed students to target their fundraising at a predominantly non-student community. The move paid off, as the Raiders raised more money in Bath than they would expect to raise after a day’s bucket-rattling on Cornmarket Street.

James Love of Link Ethiopia said,  “A huge congratulations to Oxford RAG for raising the largest donation we have ever received from a UK RAG. The [money] will be used where it is needed most.  On behalf of the communities Link Ethiopia works with, thank you!”
Oxford RAG has already passed its £50,000 target for this year and their next major fundraiser is Oxford Jailbreak in 9th week.  For more information visit oxfordjailbreak.com.

Luke & Jack Fill Your Ears with Films

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This week Jack reviews Iron Man 2 while Luke sits around doing sweet nothing because he’s too lazy/apathetic/hates the concept of Iron Man to have seen it. Also Jennifer Anniston gets mauled again.

First Night Review: Much Ado About Nothing

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Remembering the trips I used to go on with my school to see, among others, plays by Shakespeare being put on in London, I met an audience filled mostly with school children with mixed reactions. Testament to the Oxford Triptych Theatre’s production of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing, however, the enraptured audience held happy witness to a solid performance of one of Shakespeare’s greatest works.

Set in post-war Paris, complete with oversized French flag, the actors move between a sparse café space on one side and a single bench on the other. Far from detracting from the production and requiring only two rapid scene changes, the pared down set plays into the pace with which we encounter each new Act and the rapidity of movement onstage. The wit and comedy of the piece, then, acts as focus. The actors project and articulate well, which means no jokes were lost. On the other hand, poignancy was sometimes problematic, with scenes of mixed emotion (Don Pedro’s rejected marriage proposal) and scenes of strong emotion (Hero’s ‘death’) needing much more forceful acting to bring through the unsettling mix of comedy and tragic pain. Focus on comedy paid off, however, with a superb Borachio (James Phillips) and an astounding Benedick (Will Hatcher) cutting across the action around them to deliver perfectly intonated lines and expressive reactions. The production saw Hatcher particularly hilarious hidden behind the giant French flag on hearing the news of Beatrice’s ‘love’.

The mixture of seasoned and student actors served to show just how much talent there is to be found in student acting. Hannah Lee playing Hero shone, from childish giggles to the sudden overflow of emotion from the wrongly accused. Likewise, Beatrice, played beautifully by Vicky Coleman, delivered her, “O that I were a man for his sake!”, with furious passion, raging against the tall figure of Benedick, an Act as much a credit to her as to the direction.

First Night Review: No Exit

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The Frewin Undercroft, a vaulted crypt-like performance space which belongs to Brasenose, makes an unexpectedly fitting venue for the Oxford’s latest production of Jean Paul Sartre’s No Exit. It’s hot and dark inside; the seating is cramped, the set austere. Everything contributes to the audience absorbing the same feeling of being hemmed in that afflicts the play’s characters.

In a venue like this, there’s absolutely nothing for the actors to hide behind: no ensemble dance numbers, no stagey delivery to an audience ten feet away. Instead they must face the test of delivering the text realistically to people just inches in front of them. And in general, No Exit succeeded. All four actors listened well and supported one another. The casting was spot on, from the moment Jamie Randall opened the play with a short but well-acted appearance as the most insubordinate valet ever until the end.

Louisa Holloway was spiky and powerful in the role of Inez: she shows a great understanding of the character, and manages to be rather unnerving. Peter Drivas plays a sweaty, passionate Garcin and has some particularly good moments when revealing the dark side of his past. Olivia Charlton-Jones plays Estelle with great sensitivity to her character’s vulnerable side, and thickens the air with sexual tension.

The story was well told by the ensemble, and held the attention without any boring patches; at best, the performance was engaging and hilarious. However, I felt that sometimes actors spoke too loudly in what is rather a small space. I did occasionally come close to switching off due to excessive volume, but at least we could hear – and in fairness it could be argued that all the shouting was motivated by the dramatic need of angry arguments in a play where ‘hell is other people’.

Will Bland directed the play with great attention to clarifying the intentions of the characters. This was further enhanced by the movement, which was outstanding by the standards of student productions, as every move had a clear and illuminating purpose.

The set was simple but not bare: three leather armchairs, a table and a Buddha. It worked, although when the characters were sitting down it was sometimes difficult to see their faces. So try and get there in time for a front row seat. If you do, it’ll be worth it – this is a very thorough and entertaining take on a great modern play.

Maximus Marenbon

Online Review – Fourtissimo

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‘The theatre,’ writes the poet Christopher Reid, ‘is a big, ramshackle, blindly trundling machine. / with bits falling off it, it clatters through the generations, / more wasteful of lives than a losing army. / You fed it your love, and it gave you too little in return.’

It is a brave man who writes new comedy for the Oxford stage. First, you have to make sure that your audience will actually laugh. Then, even when they do laugh, you have to make sure that they don’t feel guilty about it. You have to entertain them and stimulate them. If you don’t, all your loving care and painstaking attention to detail will be summarily dismissed. There are few trades crueller than student theatre, and hundreds of hours of tender labour are crushed beneath its wheels. You feed it your love, and all too often it gives you too little in return.

Kudos, then, to Tom Garton for taking the beast head on. His new play Fourtissimo purports to be a comic ‘laboratory-culture examination of what it is to be a modern man.’ Into the Petri dish go a Roman Catholic priest in love with stripper, a politician with hidden sexual depths, a lawyer in a dangerously-long-term relationship and a maniacal journalist who thinks he may be Byron, or at least Don Juan. They all live in the priest’s flat, and discuss their trials and antics with the opposite sex in four scenes.

This has all the ingredients of a sitcom – even the Beautiful South soundtrack. And it is, to all intents and purposes, a sitcom. Garton is forthright: he wants to entertain his audience. Will he? Quite possibly. The four actors play their subverted stereotypes well enough, and the script definitely has its moments, even if both performance and writing are short on panache. The sardonic David, played by Alex Jeffery, gets teed up for all the best lines, but the hero of the piece is Rhys Bevan’s Jacob, the shy priest groping blindly for faith and nipple tassels. I did not see enough of journo John – ‘half demented sex-pest, half romantic poet’ – to form a useful impression, and his unknown quantity will be central to the play’s success or smarting failure.

But Fourtissimo is also meant to be thought-provoking when the laughter stops. All four characters do jobs that would have guaranteed them success and influence in another time and another place, but they are all in their various ways pathetic failures. Especially in their relationships with the other half of humanity. Women come to symbolise everything these four men do not have but wish they did have. In the end, though, Fourtissimo does not seem to cast a piercing light on the soul of the twenty-first century man. It has its thoughtful moments, but they are usually defused within seconds by Garton’s pervasive irony. This is philosophy of the Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps school. Fourtissimo should provide a good evening’s amusement, though, and Garton will write better scripts in years to come.

Verdict: My Oxford Family

Fourtissimo is on at the Burton Taylor from Tuesday to Saturday of 6th Week at 9.30pm.

 

Online Review – Dangerous Liaisons

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It is exactly twenty-five years since Christopher Hampton first adapted Laclos’ Les Liaisons Dangereuses – then a little-known novel – for the stage. ‘It’ll never work,’ they said. ‘It’s a novel full of letters; they never meet each other.’ With the bloody-mindedness of genius, Hampton persisted. Alan Rickman played the Vicomte de Valmont, and Lindsay Duncan the Marquise de Merteuil, and the play’s success hurled it from the West End to Broadway.

The script is brilliant, chilling and amoral – no, immoral, for the central characters actively flout morality as the most unforgivably boorish of commonplaces. Valmont and Merteuil were once lovers, and now the world exists only as a chessboard for their skirmishes. Pride is paramount, but unflinching control comes a close second. Merteuil has been slighted by her recent conquest Monsieur de Gercourt, who has become engaged to a demure fifteen year-old still blinking in the sunlight after her convent education. She avenges herself by having Valmont seduce Gercourt’s naive fiancee, in exchange for a night in her own bed. Meanwhile Valmont has resolved to scale Mme de Tourvel, a married lady of the highest repute for virtue and beauty and a philanderer’s Mount Everest.

Rachel Bull’s cast do a very fair justice to this adaptation. Merteuil and Valmont drive the performance. Chloe Courtney must be a contender for actress of the term as she plays Merteuil with an assured economy and lightness of touch. Quiet, almost ethereal, she spikes her gentle demeanour with shards of jagged malice. Lines such as ‘a poor choice is less dangerous than an obvious choice’ suggest some commonplace Wildean termagant, but Courtney sidesteps the cliches neatly. She delivers Merteuil’s inexhaustible quiver of aphorisms with barbed menace and subtle poison. The French have a word for this kind of performance: sangfroid.

Alex Krasodomski-Jones, meanwhile, has torn up Alan Rickman’s textbook on Valmont and plumped for a much softer interpretation. Once again the obvious thing to do with Valmont would have been to play him as a swaggering rake burning testosterone like rocket fuel, the kind of man who would speak of ‘the real intoxication when you know she loves you, but you’re not quite certain of victory’ over a brandy-and-soda. There is none of this ostentatious manfulness in Krasodomski-Jones’ Valmont, though – he is fey, flimsy, a little sleepy. You might even go so far as to call him effeminate. This makes for a sensitive counterpoint to Courtney’s Merteuil, and the dynamic between the two is tense and compelling. Their ‘single combat’ is fenced out with chilled steel and icy flair.

The rest of the characters are not touched by the same stardust as the principals. Charlie Mulliner mars an otherwise convincing performance as de Tourvel with a bit too much bosom-heaving. Danceny – the fifteen year-old Cecile’s lover – and Mme de Rosemonde, Valmont’s aunt, are very credible, but some of the other actors look a little uncomfortable. It’s no big deal, though: it actually helps the play along if the characters duped by Merteuil and Valmont are somehow not quite real. My only concern for this play is that it might be a bit spoiled by the microphones and other paraphernalia of an open-air performance, when it would really benefit from the immediacy of a theatre like the BT.

Dangerous Liaisons is taut and poised. Watching this production, you feel that you are being treated to a ninety minute-long advert for some potent, high-class spirit. Absinthe, perhaps. Its cold-blooded depravity makes Dorian Gray look like the Little Prince. This is sexy, intelligent, elegant theatre, and if you only watch one garden play this term, make it this one.

 

The Alternotive Perspective

Singing, speaking, but mainly thrusting from the mixed acapella group, ‘The Alternotives’.

The Beautiful Game’s greatest stage

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As Jonathan Pearce so passionately exclaims in that rousing opening to the re-release version of ‘Three Lions’, ‘The crosses of St George are flying all around me’. Here we are, several weeks before a World Cup, and the iconic commentator’s jingoistic words are relevant yet again: even in mild-mannered Oxford, countless car-windows and house-fronts have already become prime prominences for conspicuous demos of pride and patriotism. Expect to see plenty more flags in the coming month too. World Cup fever is infectiously contagious, and a wide majority of our population seems severely susceptible to it.

Forgive my own ebullient excitement, but the World Cup is big news (not to mention big business). Hype hits us with the force of a freighter; we simply cannot resist the awesome power of the greatest show in world sport. Every TV advert is either explicitly about football or bears the near-ubiquitous logo of the upcoming tournament: who can watch Nike’s stunning epic (3 minutes of cinematic genius, if you ask me) without an intoxicating sense of bursting anticipation? It’s times like this that you feel sincere pity for all those un-initiates who still don’t adore the beautiful game: their lives are worse off without football, and they don’t even realise what they’re missing. If the world’s having a party, why not come along for the ride?

Football might be absolutely huge as a global phenomenon, but a World Cup launches it into the stratosphere. Over one-sixth of all living people will watch the final, and innumerable others will follow it in any way they can; even the staunchest of anti-football dissenters will rise from their ignorance for a month or so, captivated by 64 games of top-class sport. Only at the World Cup does Honduras vs. Switzerland become essential viewing, and only at the World Cup is every kick of the ball so delectably savoured and meticulously scrutinized. Nothing compares (in this country, not even a general election), and the sheer volume of media coverage is staggering. The whole spectacle’s scale and immensity must reduce weaker-minded players to slim shadows of their usual selves. Ultimately, excellence can create a legend where errors can breed a fool: an international footballer cannot escape from the eager lenses of the world.

As for those who don’t share our quasi-religious enthusiasm, you can forget any pretensions of cultural snobbery or superiority: this summer, the World Cup could contain more drama in South Africa than is in the entirety of Shakespeare, and there might be more poetry in Messi than Milton ever dreamed of. Some of the most sublime aesthetic achievements in human history have been produced on a football field, a space where sport and art can fuse and intertwine. No other sport is so regularly described in terms of its beauty and its attractiveness.

A World Cup is the supreme platform, a unique canvas for the conjuring of masterpieces: think of Maradona in ’86 (the magisterial slalom, not the satanic fist), or Bergkamp in ’98. Words cannot do justice to these moments, magnificent moving images that are etched into the popular consciousness like great songs or paintings.

This summer, be sure to enjoy every possible minute of the competition: revel in the creation of fresh immortality and celebrate with the voices of a billion fellow fans. After all, Earth’s favourite pastime is about to explode into our lives, once again, with the full-blown impact of a FIFA World Cup.