Tuesday 1st July 2025
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Balliol scholarship outrage

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Balliol students have raised concern following their JCR meeting this week, where a vote was passed in favour of funding of the Reach Oxford Scholarship.

Members of the JCR will be responsible for financing approximately half of the maintenance grant for recipients of the scholarship through an optional charge on their battels.

This leaves open the possibility that an applicant could be accepted both by the University and by the college, but then be unable to take advantage of the offer because JCR members refuse to pay the optional addition on their battels, set to fund the scholar’s living costs.

Some students left the meeting feeling uncomfortable with this arrangement. Balliol undergraduate Jim Ormiston said, “It’s ridiculous that the future of this applicant is consigned to 40 undergraduates sitting around the JCR, beer in hand!”

Balliol students Max Deacon and Seb Fassam felt that although the motion passed, “many students felt held to ransom by the university, and that we would be ruining someone’s life if it failed to pass”.

Deacon asked, “What if the motion hadn’t passed? Would [the Reach Oxofrd scholar’s] dreams have been smashed?
“The general feeling seems to be that we were left little choice but to pass the money. What would happen if, in future, lots of people decline to pay or future students choose to vote the motion down?” 

Further concerns were raised over the anonymity of the scholar. Deacon and Fassam said, “It will be quite apparent who the Reach Oxford scholar is and they will know that other students are directly paying for the maintenance grant. They will be able to read the minutes from the GM when they arrive!

“It would only take one drunk moron in freshers’ week to make this person feel miserable. Somewhere along the line there has been an obcene violation of privacy. Why should anybody know the financial staus of any other student, especially one we are funding ourselves?

One student at the meeting told Cherwell, “everybody in the JCR Committee and later the GM was allowed to find out who this person was, including their nationality. Armed with just this piece of information it would not be particularly difficult to discern which of the new freshers we’ll be funding.”

Deacon and Fassam emphasized that “nobody at the GM had a problem funding this scheme – it’s a fantastic idea that will mean some really great people come to Oxford. However, we really felt the University should have confirmed that the JCR was willing to pay before accepting this person. Not to have done so was irresponsible and just downright rude.”

The Reach Oxford Scholarship is offered by a number of colleges to students from developing countries.The scholarship pays for university and college fees, as well as flights to and from the United Kingdom at the beginning and end of the course.

The University said, “in funding these scholarships, the University remits most of its fee, the JCR of the college provides at least half of the student’s living costs, and the college provides the rest of the funds. Understandably then, all these parties – University, college and JCR – need to agree to this to be able to provide a scholarship at the college in question.”

The University regulations for the scholarship indicate that it will only fund the scheme if JCR members agree to the funding.

However, by the end of the scholar’s degree, most of the students who voted on the JCR motion will no longer be at Balliol, and their successors may choose to vote differently on funding.

 

 

Postgraduate applications at all time high

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The number of applicants for postgraduate degrees at Oxford overtook the number of applications for undergraduate degrees for the first time ever last year, according to newly-released figures by a government review into postgraduate education in the UK.

The ratio of graduate applications to filled places for entry in 2009/10 is four to one, while at undergraduate level it is five to one. Applications for postgraduate study at Oxford has risen by 60% over the past four years. Over the same period, the number of places for postgraduate study has increased by 34%.

The University has already received graduate 18,800 applications for the next academic year, and is expecting to receive more in the coming months. The total undergraduate applications this year came to 17,144.

This reflects a general increase in demand for postgraduate study at British universities.  It has been suggested that the recession is the primary cause of this, as graduates are unable to find jobs and instead choose to boost their qualifications.

Ewan McKendrick, Oxford’s Pro-Vice-Chancellor for Education, said to the Times, “We have more or less hit the ceiling, so if we want to go further to expand graduate numbers we have difficult decisions to make.
“Oxford is now the UK’s largest recipient of research funding and the quality and impact of its research is world-renowned.

“Its continued growth and development as a centre of excellence could not have been possible without an increasing number of graduates working on research projects and supporting Oxford’s world-leading research.”
There is concern that this surge in applications could undermine efforts to widen access, as student loans are only available to under-graduates. Post-graduate grants are competitive, and many post-graduates have to secure their own funding either from their family or elsewhere.

Sarah Hutchinson, OUSU VP for graduates, is enthusiastic about the latest figures, “It is very exciting that so many students are interested in taking up postgraduate study at Oxford, although the surge in applications in the last two years may reflect difficulties graduates have experienced in finding employment due to the recession.”

Hutchinson also expressed concern that the high cost of post-graduate study would deter potential applicants.  
She said, “I am very concerned that the cost of postgraduate study will put people off applying, but I would recommend anyone worried about this to get in touch with the University’s Graduate Fees and Funding office, who can advise them of the support available.

“The need to increase access to postgraduate study was a key message in the OUSU submission to the Smith review on postgraduate education, and is something we are currently working on with colleges, the university and the NUS.  It is essential that the Graduate Fund remains a top priority for the University if we want to continue to attract the best applicants”.

The cost of graduate study at Oxford varies depending on course. University fees for home students are generally around £3,500, though some can be £25-30,000 per year. Overseas students generally pay between £12,200 and £33,000, and students also pay college fees, typically between £1,900 and £2,300.

Jane Sherwood, Director of Graduate Admissions and Funding, said, “The upward trend in applications predates the global financial downturn and reflects the appeal of studying at a world-renowned university, the quality of teaching and research supervision and the high quality of the research being undertaken here by world-leading academics”

There are now 8,701 postgraduates at Oxford, compared with 11,766 undergraduates. Oxford currently offers 328 different graduate degree programmes.

 

Online Review – No Exit

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Hell is other people.

An ordinary room; three sofas; three people who know they are in hell. They are doomed to suffer for eternity, and doomed to suffer consciously in every moment of Sartre’s extended one-act drama.

In a play where your companions are your torturers the focus is more than ever on the characters, and a more unseemly trio would be hard to find. Garcin is an intense and unacknowledged hypocrite, a pacifist without the corresponding morally substantive actions, whilst Estelle is a petulant, man-hungry socialite, guilty of murderous actions that seem incongruous with her polite exterior. Louisa Hollway plays a hauntingly disarming yet vicious Inez, driving those around her to suicide through jealousy and frightening bitterness.

Attempts to interact with one another vacillate from sexual advances, to intimidation, to empathy, but they are never predictable and never successful. The three constantly compete for an unattainable power where, ultimately, what is left unsaid and unexplained looms as the greatest power of all. This is reflected in the bare and unforgiving set, and surely yet further pronounced in the small, claustrophobic space of Frewin undercroft.

Will Bland’s production skillfully simulates the force of these painful interactions between characters. The emotional distance and cross-purpose is frustratingly maintained even within the intensity of their characters’ situation, for those who find torment, not solace, located in one another.

Fire alert at Eagle and Child

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A fire alert took place at the Eagle and Child pub on St Giles Street on Monday. The pub was forced to close and evacuate its visitors. Two fire engines were sent to the location, and the immediate area surrounding the pub was cordoned off.

A spokesman from the Eagle and Child said, “A minor electrical fault was established yesterday afternoon which led to a small amount of smoke being discovered in the pub around 3.30pm. Staff discovered the fault before it had activated the smoke alarms and as a precaution contacted the fire brigade who came and took control of the situation.

“A small number of customers and staff were evacuated safely from the premises as a precaution, with staff then able to re-enter the building at approximately 5pm.”

Watch manager John Moulder, of the Oxford Fire Brigade, said, “The staff did the right thing and evacuated everyone on the spot.”

The historic pub is famous for its associations with J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis.

An Olympic Transformation

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The Olympics are ludicrously expensive, crassly commercialized, and altogether rather frivolous. But can they also change the spirit of a country? I think I saw something like that happen at the end of February in Vancouver, the last time the Olympic flame will be lit before it makes its way towards London in 2012. Vancouver’s known as Canada’s third largest city, and one of the most beautiful places on earth. It’s also the city I was born and raised in and, Hilary Term be damned, there was no way I was going to miss the Olympics coming to my home town.

The Olympics put the spotlight on the host country like no other occasion, and give it a chance to strut its stuff. The question, then, is what stuff? Britons have been fretting over this question ever since Boris Johnson stumbled into the Beijing closing ceremonies followed by a fold-out double-decker bus. Canadians had similar concerns. Not only was there the expense, the strain on infrastructure, the prioritization of a trivial display over graver social concerns; the main worry, underlying all these, was simply what we have to offer.

In America they have a saying: ‘As American as apple pie.’ Never mind that apple pie was an English export, Americans have always had a strong sense of who they are and what they stand for. Some years ago, the CBC (Canada’s BBC) decided to address Canada’s comparatively weak sense of identity by holding a competition to find a suitably Canadian simile. The winning entry? ‘As Canadian as possible under the circumstances.’

‘The circumstances’ range from being swamped by American popular culture to having a vast country divided by two languages and various regional identities. Despite our image as the wild and rugged North, we’re a largely urban nation whose largest cities all hug the southern border as if they were waiting impatiently to be let in from the cold.

In other words, we’re a model former British colony: we’ve absorbed the self-deprecation and lack of chic and taken the bad weather thing to a whole new extreme. Britain and Canada both like to maintain a quietly smug sense of superiority while asking ourselves what we have to feel superior about. Britain’s greatest achievements lie in its past, and the empire is a bit embarrassing in a post-colonial world anyway. Canada’s just the eighth largest economy in the G8, and we’d rather you all forget that Céline Dion is Canadian anyway.

The Games started inauspiciously enough. Unseasonably warm weather forced helicopters to ferry extra snow over to Cypress Mountain. A Georgian luger was killed in a training run on the day before the Games opened. A clumsy technical mishap marred the opening ceremonies. And as the Games got underway, Canadian athletes began to exhibit their nation’s fixation on mediocrity by falling short of expectations. I arrived in Vancouver just in time to sit down in front of the TV to watch the men’s round robin ice hockey match against the hated Americans, who beat us 5 – 3.

Then things started to change. Gold after gold, Canadians actually started to win. By the final day of competition, Canada had notched thirteen gold medals, tying the record for the most ever at a Winter Olympics. One event remained: the ice hockey final, and a rematch with our American rivals.

It was one for the ages, with the Americans scoring the tying goal with just 24 seconds left, sending the match to sudden-death overtime. When the young Canadian superstar Sidney Crosby netted the game winner the cheers were deafening. Well into the night, flags were waving, people were hugging, and my hand was numb from all the strangers high-fiving me. I slapped hands with a gorilla in a Canadian hockey sweater and walked past a red-and-white Teletubby with a maple leaf on its belly screen. If a city could have a collective orgasm, this is what it looked like. Something truly bizarre was unfolding.

What exploded onto the streets of Vancouver was a national pride that had never been absent, just kept under wraps. The gold medals were a catalyst and not a cause: what Canadians learned over those two weeks was that showing national pride wasn’t boastful, it was healthy. It caught us all by surprise, an outpouring of collective emotion we hadn’t realized we’d been bottling up. Having released it, we can’t put it back in the bottle.

It’s far too soon to tell how lasting the change will be, or how deep, but something changed in Canada in February. The Olympics taught a country to love itself openly.

Can London 2012 do the same for Great Britain? There are plenty of reasons to be sceptical: The British aren’t known for their naked displays of emotion and it’s an old country that’s maybe too much in the habit of casting itself in a state of slow decline. But the Games didn’t provide answers for Canada’s similarly soul-searching questions so much as they showed them to be relatively unimportant. There’s plenty to celebrate even if we don’t know exactly what it is.

The Vancouver Games are hardly an isolated example. Germany-a country with national pride issues if ever there was one-experienced a similar turnaround while hosting the 2006 World Cup. Seeing so many foreigners gleefully toting their own national flags, Germans came to realize they could fly their flag and proclaim their fondness for Germany without apology. Sport is a trivial affair, and that’s precisely why it can have such a tonic effect. You don’t risk offending anyone by cheering for the home team.

Canadians didn’t learn anything new about themselves in hosting the Olympics, and nor will the British in 2012. The discovery was simply how much we loved what we already knew. One of the lessons from Vancouver is that what really matters isn’t the events themselves but the people enjoying them, and that the effect can be profound and surprising.

Fit Finding

The website ‘Fit Finder’ has become an internet sensation, but does it really work? In an exclusive investigation, we set out to find the faces behind the descriptions.

Presented by Emma Radford and Chris Greenwood

Edited by Chris Greenwood

Online Review: Robin Hood

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Can we be completely honest here? Aside from a surprising amount of singing, Ridley Scott’s latest, Robin Hood, didn’t astonish me in any way. Sure, I saw the preview, the medley of wild savages in the deep dark woods, the twangs of bowstrings as they release their arrows, the primal yowls of battle cries and blood being spilt. But was it wrong of me to expect more? I think not. See that preview and you’ve seen it all, and so I spent most of the movie trying desperately to figure out which one was the lion, or the snake (oh, Hiss) from the 1973 Disney version.

I watched this film with high hopes-instead of relying on the age-old story of Robin Hood that has been played by everyone from Errol Flyn to, most regrettably, Kevin Costner, this Robin Hood is an origins story. Robin Longstride (Russell Crowe) is but a common archer, returning home after one of Richard the Lionheart’s crusades. However, when Richard is killed in action, an opportunity presents itself for Robin to assume the identity of a knight, and he does so, returning to Nottinghamshire to his fake father, the Earl William Marshall (William Hurt) and his pretend wife, the lovely Maid Marion (Cate Blanchett). Things are just starting to get cozy and domestic when Robin realizes that there is some do-gooding to be done-the evil Sir Godfrey (Mark Strong) is plotting to betray the English crown to the dastardly French. It is only King John’s (Oscar Isaac) promise of liberty and justice for all through the Magna Carta that Robin can bind together the disgruntled masses against the French once and for all.

If this plot sounds a little bit crazy, that’s because it is. Robin Hood is a fictional character, and while the effort to add some historical verity to the legend might be applause-worthy, it is decidedly less so when the plot is so confusing. The social activism twist seems just a bit too convenient and forced-did Robin try picketing before pick-pocketing? Even the acting is predictable-though Crowe’s charming assortment of accents is admittedly insane, and at times, a bit distracting, he does well playing his typical gruff character. And Cate Blanchett is also inevitably fine playing a feisty, intelligent version of Maid Marion that is no shrinking violet or damsel in distress. Mark Strong is excellent as the scarred villain, while Oscar Isaac plays King John with a whiny arrogance that left me wondering which rival was the lesser of two evils.

The one stand-out scene is the final battle against the French, as nothing riles the British blood more than a bunch of sissies trying to conquer our sacred land with their wheels of brie. This part involved 1500 people in the making, and it shows-it’s a clash of the titans as swords are swung and showers of arrows rain down into the sand.

Maybe this is just a story that has been told one time too many, but don’t blame me for feeling hoodwinked and wanting something more from one of history’s favorite heroes.

 

Expectations are Wilder than ever

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Three years ago Oxford United fell to their lowest ever position in their 122 year history. They had dropped out of the 92 Football League and into the lowly depths of the Non-League. Now, though, just four years later, it is only fellow Blue Square Premier League rivals York city and ninety minutes of frenetic football which stand between manager Chris Wilder and his group of players and a return to heights of the Football League. The stakes could not be any higher.

For Oxford United, the road to recovery has been a long and arduous one. Since relegation from the top flight in 1988, the club has been on an 18-year decline which culminated in a final blow for the club with their relegation to the Blue Square Premier League in 2006. There is, above all, one reason which encapsulates the Us calamitous fall into the Non-League: instability. A total of sixteen managers have passed through the club’s revolving door in just twenty years – that really does say it all.

Although, the picture painted so far has been one of doom and gloom, it is important to underline that in the 1980s the club enjoyed unrivalled success. Under the leadership of the ex-Derby County manager and now a member on the Oxford United Board, Jim Smith, otherwise known as ‘The Bald Eagle,’ he led Oxford United to successive promotions into the First Division, and under his successor, Maurice Evans, the League Cup. Such heady heights echoed the glory days of the club in the 1940s, 1950s and 1960s when silverware was the norm. Since the 1980s though, silverware and success has been in very short supply.

Although the club has been blighted by problems on the field, the same can be said for the club off the field. Relegation from one league after the other inevitably took its toll on the club’s finances and a constant change at boardroom level has also not helped. Nevertheless, the club made a giant stride in 2001 with the completion of their current stadium, The Kassam Stadium, built by former chairman Firoz Kassam. In The Kassam Stadium, the Us are currently the best supported club in the Blue Square Premier League and have had the largest average attendance every year since joining the league. The infrastructure for the present and future is there, the support has been unwavering throughout and in manager Chris Wilder the club could potentially be going places.

Since joining the club in December 2008, the former Halifax manager has enjoyed a successful period in charge. Whilst just missing out on the playoffs last year, this year Wilder has guided the Us through to the playoff final and within reach of a return to the Football League. Yet, given their outstanding form in the first half of the season, Wilder will undoubtedly feel a tinge of disappointment at not getting automatically promoted. And the great hope is that lightning won’t strike twice. Four years ago the Us reached the playoffs only to taste disappointment and not champagne. Nevertheless, Wilder has bought shrewdly during his short period in charge, and in striker James Constable, Oxford United possess one of the most dangerous, in-form and highly sought after strikers in the division. Furthermore, captain Adam Murray has added a distinct steeliness to the midfield and defender Mark Creighton has shown total commitment throughout their campaign.

Unlike his predecessors, Wilder has placed round pegs in round holes. Having established a strong spine throughout the team, Wilder has introduced a new dimension to the Oxford United team: that of fast flowing absorbing football. Above all though, Wilder and current chairman Kelvin Thomas have, as it currently stands, brought something which all Us fans have been craving for for many years: stability.

When the Us walk out onto the Wembley turf on Sunday, the question which all Us fans will be asking themselves is which Oxford United side will turn up. If it is the side who faded away towards the end of the season, they may as well prepare for a fifth season of non-league football, but if it’s the Oxford United team that dominated the opening half of the season, then success may well return to the Yellows and Chris Wilder may well be on the way to writing himself into the Oxford United history books.

4th Week Photo Blog

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Fancy yourself as a photographer?

Want your photographs from around and about Oxford seen by the thousands of people who visit the Cherwell website every day?

If so, why not send a few of your snaps into photo@cherwell.?org

 

Saturday – Ready for revision in the RadCam – Wojtek Syzmczak

 

Friday – Behind the scenes of the next Cherwell Fashion Shoot – Ollie Ford

 

Thursday – Sunset over the river – Lauri Saksa

 

Wednesday – Memorabilia sales after Oxford United are promoted – Wojtek Syzmczak

 

Tuesday – 47 Rectory Road Gardens – Ollie Ford

 

Monday – Punter – Ursa Mali

 

 

Sunday – What will Cherwell’s issue 5 center spread be? – Ollie Ford

The Thirties: An Intimate History

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        The 1930s is widely dismissed as a rather dour, floundering period in British history. The Gordon Brown of twentieth century decades you might say. A decade bookended by The Great Depression and the Second World War, W H Auden judged it a ‘low, deceitful decade’ from a New York barstool in 1939. Juliet Gardiner, in her epic history, is here to make sure that we do not leave the thirties at that. She has painstakingly trawled local record offices for the unheard voices. The result is a recovery of the myriad experiences of the time and, as ever in history, a reappraisal of what we think we know,

She brings to light the hope and prosperity that could be found in varying sections of society. Beyond the hunger marches and employment, visible to the attentive eye is also the boom of suburban building, the deluge of new Baby Austin cars, a golden age of cinema and the advent of what we know today as ‘high street shopping’. Her arguments are brought to life by the details: a working class man hiding from the means-testing man in the pantry, the vicar’s wife reading trashy novels, the rain-soaked Silver Jubilee celebrations which infuriate British Communists, who point out that ‘the children need food not bunting’, the disgraced clergyman making a living walking on hot coals in Blackpool.

Juliet Gardiner acknowledges that it was difficult to avoid filling the pages with the impending doom of the Second World War. Given that we clearly know what the future had in store, I wondered how much contemporary anxiety there was. She explains that some strategists may have had an inkling in terms of foreign policy, but it took ordinary people far longer to believe that it was really possible that they were entering a second conflict. Despair for them was instead principally linked to intractable unemployment. However, despite these problems, Gardiner also identifies a strong thread of optimism. As she puts it, ‘People really did feel that there was a key to all this. It was a time of planning, think tanks, discussion groups’.

In our own, less ideologically driven, age it can be easy to forget how polarised and tribal politics used to be. Apart from the shock value of seeing the emergence of Oswald Mosely, there was much other grassroots activity, like the popular New Left Books through which people would subscribe to socialist literature and form book groups for discussion. As Gardiner explains, ‘the twentieth century was a long slow process of coming to terms with democracy’. I ask her what she found most surprising in her research. To her the idea that Ramsay McDonald, a Labour Prime Minister, refused to see hunger marchers was deeply shocking. Overall, she believes that the key to understanding the decade is seeing how static it all was. ‘People did sometimes move house, but not far. They went abroad, but rarely’. Individuals were ‘so very insular’.

There are not many aspects of the 1930s that one would perhaps want replicated in our own time, but they did have some wonderful vocabulary. So which words would Gardiner bring back into usage? ‘Wizard, ripping and stupendous!’ – three upbeat words from a decade that we should remember was not so unrelentingly gloomy after all. Even Gordon Brown smiled sometimes.

The Thirties: An Intimate History
By Juliet Gardiner (HarperPress, £30)