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Queen’s JCR president fired for 2:2

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Nathan Roberts, Queen’s ex-JCR President, has been pressurised to stand down from his position as a result of a dissatisfactory result in prelims.

Following below average results in his Trinity collections, the PPE student was given the target of obtaining at least 60 in all Prelims papers by the Tutorial Review Committee(TRC). He was told if he failed to meet the target he would lose the presidency.

Roberts obtained a mid-2:2, yet he refused to resign from his position. He explained, “I informed the Senior
Tutor I would not resign and asked to present to the TRC again before returning to Oxford. I had spoken briefly
once so far on the issue and felt it important that I could make the case outlined in the letter.”

However, Roberts claimed that the TRC did not wish to see him and he was informed that if he did not resign he would face rustication or expulsion.

“I was also told that I would not be able to attend this meeting, not because of formal procedure, but at the committee’s discretion”, he added.

The ex-President concluded, “It is my opinion that the decision made by College has not been the right one, nor has it been legitimate. There is nothing in college literature that specifies that the President or any
other Exec member can be removed.”

The second year PPEist met with the college executive last week and stood down from his position last weekend.

He declined to officially comment on the situation until the extraordinary meeting of the JCR on 11th October,
the Sunday of first week.

Rebecca Mackintosh, acting Queen’s JCR President and ex-Vicepresident said, “The JCR executive met on Sunday and reviewed and approved the hard work of Nathan Roberts and as such the executive passed a vote of confidence.”

Joyce Millar, the academic administrator at The Queen’s college, refused to comment on individual cases.
However she added, “It’s an academic institution and we have to concentrate on academics. We review each
case individually.”

Many students disagreed with the decision taken by the college. One Queen’s student commented, “They
don’t seem to be applying the rules uniformly. I find it difficult to believe that there were other people getting
2:2s who were also stopped doing extra- curricular activities.”

 

Oxford awarded a £2.5m grant

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Oxford scientists researching breast cancer vaccines have been awarded a £2.5m grant by Cancer Research UK.

Dr. Alison Banham, who heads the Oxford team, seeks to create new vaccines that work by mimicking the body’s immune response to cancer. Vaccines can be especially useful in the treatment of breast cancer and lymphoma.

“They are proving to be some of the most effective new treatments for cancer patients,” said Dr. Banham.

News of the grant is likely to boost Oxford’s international reputation as a centre of excellence for cancer research. Professor Gillies McKenna, Director of Radiation Oncology commented, “There’s no other centre of this size and scope.”

 

ITV2 sex-up Oxbridge

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A new drama series, set in a fictional college of an ancient English university, has hit British television screens.

Trinity, shown on Sundays on ITV2, follows the lives of a group of freshers as they settle into life at
Trinity college, Bridgeford University – a hotbed of arcane ritual, secret societies, recreational sex and liberal drug use.

One Magdalen lawyer said, “It’s very ridiculous but funny.” Others are unimpressed, citing a poor
script, bad acting and blatant stereotyping as reasons for switching off.

Trinity is the latest serial to tap in to the widespread fascination for Oxbridge mythology, and will be shortly followed by “When Boris met Dave”, a film about David Cameron and Boris Johnson’s years at the University, which will be broadcast this week.

 

Rowers can take the pain

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Exercising in a group boosts happiness levels and increases tolerance to pain, according to a new study by Oxford University researchers.

Scientists working at the Institute of Cognitive and Evolutionary Anthropology analysed the pain threshold of two groups of rowers following a tough workout. One
group rowed together, the other trained individually.

The team then tested the rowers by timing how long they could tolerate an inflated blood pressure cuff on their arm.

Exercise increased both groups’ability to tolerate pain, but the difference was significantly more pronounced among the team rowers.

The research report notes, “This heightened effect from synchronized activity may explain the sense of euphoria experienced during other social activities.”

 

 

 

 

 

Merton’s new ‘Countdown kid’

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Merton College is to welcome a minor celebrity this term when Countdown octochamp Jeffrey Burgin joins its ranks.

Burgin has won the popular British quiz show eight times. He’s currently the 4th seed for the quarterfinals, which are due to take place in November.

“I’m hugely looking forward to joining Merton, it obviously has a very prestigious history of academic excellence which I hope I can live up to,” said Burgin, who will be studying Economics and Management at the college.

For Burgin, who is currently being considered for the Philippines national football team, life in Oxford will not all be about studying.

“The people I’ve met at Merton were all very welcoming and some definitely look as if they can party with the best of them!”

 

Conference Catch-up

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One of those annoying phrases that always gets wheeled out by analysts is ‘a week is a long time in politics.’ The thing about clichés though is that they have only become a cliché by containing a fundamental truth.

Thus Brown, who was floundering a week ago, delivered a speech that shored up his position and seemingly threw down the gauntlet to the Tories with what one delegate described as ‘initiative Tourettes’; more hours of sunshine, death to be abolished by 2015, and a pet chinchilla for every school-girl to stroke at lunchtime. Party activists were thrown enough red-meat to ready them for the slog ahead whilst the decent reception for the speech itself meant that internal critics were effectively silenced.

Obviously, the defection of The Sun to the Tories was damaging for Labour, but with the declining influence of print media coupled to the fact that the timing of the announcement was so blatantly cynical (and expected), it may be the case that News International have shot their bolt too soon (incidentally, Rupert Murdoch is a former treasurer of Oxford University Labour Club- what this says about Murdoch, or indeed OULC, remains to be decided). All told then, Labour had as good a conference as they could have hoped for; only time will tell whether Brighton marked the start of a fight-back or was simply too little too late.

On the same theme of weeks being lengthy creatures, the Tories entered conference week with their bête noire, Europe, centre-stage after the Irish backed the Lisbon Treaty second time around. That the announcement of the result couldn’t have been more perfectly timed to inflame old divisions must have irked Cameron no end. That Andrew Marr’s line of questioning on Sunday morning focussed on his personal wealth must be an indication to Tory strategists that the kid-glove treatment is over.

At the beginning of the week all of the Conservative Party’s Prospective Parliamentary Candidates receiving a phone call not to discuss Europe with the press. This had the unintended consequence of Boris making Euro-mischief all on his own, culminating in an interview with Paxman that can only charitably be described as erratic. The same episode of Newsnight featured a focus group which will provide little comfort to Conservative HQ; anger and disaffection at the government, but little enthusiasm for the alternative.

One week on then, it is David Cameron who now has to step up to the plate and look like a Prime Minister in waiting whilst not appearing to take victory for granted. Can he do it? One thing’s for certain; by the time he receives his obligatory ovation tomorrow, the campaign for the next general election will have already begun.

Brown’s Burden

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It was revealed recently that in 1995 the US Secret Service had to rescue Boris Yeltsin from the kerb outside the White House after he got hammered and tried to flag down a cab wearing nothing but his pants. British politics has not generated as eccentric a character for some time but for those wanting to watch a politician discernibly in need of rescue one only had to watch the Prime Minister on GMTV a couple weeks ago.

The irony is that whilst he is hammered by the press at home, Brown is lauded abroad – indeed, he jetted off to the States to speak at the UN this week and while there he was presented with the World Statesman of the Year award. It’s such a disparity in domestic and international popularity that draws parallels with another figure from the pantheon of former Russian leaders; hailed as a statesman across the globe but reviled at home, Gorbachev can be best characterised as unwittingly orchestrating the downfall of a system he’d spent his lifetime defending.

Similarly, the PM is the architect of many of the problems he now faces; Labour made a case for public spending (or ‘investment’) when it entered office but the means for raising revenue were never commensurate with the sums spent. As a result the UK entered the recession with an already burgeoning budget deficit; a 25% collapse in tax revenues post-credit crunch looks set to push the deficit to £175bn. To put this in perspective, 1 pound in every 7 spent by the government will have to be borrowed and it is this harsh contraction in the amount of money the state has at its disposal to dole out that will form the backdrop against which the next election campaign is will be played out.

Now that it is conference season, the language of ‘difficult choices’ and ‘the c-word’ (cuts if you were wondering) echo around the chambers as delegates applaud uneasily. It already seems that disquiet from party members is behind Nick Clegg’s decision to row back from his previous call for ‘savage cuts’; the net effect of all this for the Lib Dems has unfortunately seen them credited for candour and criticised for being confused all in the space of a few days.

Back on the GMTV sofa, Brown was adamant that he would lead Labour into the next election. The worst-case scenario for Labour is also the most likely; plenty of leadership speculation but no coup. James Purnell is the man to watch, but his time is perhaps another general election away yet.

The received opinion then is that the next election is the Tories’ to lose. This very fact will put added pressures on Cameron and Osborne as they come up to the Conservative Party conference for theirs is almost the hardest task of all- much like a British tennis player 2 sets up, they simply have to keep their nerve and not fluff it. Whether they can rise to the challenge remains to be seen. One thing’s for sure though; the starting pistol for next election has been cocked and is being held aloft in expectation…

 

The graduate gap

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The scientific community has known for years that we are facing a severe shortage of science graduates. If Britain is to keep up with the rest of the world, we need to increase the number of young people entering into industry and research – some estimate that we need to as much as double our output by 2014.

With science courses shutting down all over the country, and 25% of secondary schools teaching physics without a specialist teacher, it is no surprise that many are worried that research companies will start taking their business elsewhere. A surprise move from the Government to open up 10,000 new University places solely for maths and science students seems like a good idea – but is it all it seems?

As the recession drives down house prices, and forces businesses to shut up shop, it is having another, less obvious effect on the education sector. Thousands of worried students – both A-level and recent graduates – have chosen to try and sit out the recession by applying for university courses. This year, applications for undergraduate courses have risen by 10%, as more and more people come around to the idea that staying in education may be the best way to avoid a difficult job hunt.

At first glance, this might seem like the silver lining to the otherwise stormy cloud of the recession. After all, surely a better qualified population can only mean good things for the country’s future, right? Until Autumn, the Government agreed: after all, it aims to get 50% of all school leavers heading into higher education. However, when the figures were examined, it rapidly became apparent that the number of students qualifying for a full maintenance grant had been severely underestimated, leaving a hole of £200 million in the budget. The Government’s response to this was to limit the number of places that Universities could make available this year.

Soon however, a new problem arose. Estimates started to put the number of students who wouldn’t be able to get a place at University at all at 50000. Under increasing pressure from students and Universities alike, the Government has recently announced plans to provide 10,000 extra places – but with a catch: they will only be allocated to maths and science courses.

In theory, this move should be good for the country: and it seems to be working. The number of people applying for maths degrees has risen by 11%, this year, and applications for mechanical engineering is up by 19%. So far so good – but there is a slightly worrying side to this announcement.

Gordon Brown has told the Universities that the Government will provide the 10,000 students with tuition fee loans (as well as maintenance loans and grants), but that’s it. Normally, Universities get £6739 per student for those enrolled on a lab-based or engineering course on top of tuition fees, to pay for equipment and tutors. But if Universities are to offer these extra places, then they are effectively accepting a funding cut – the first in many years.

This seems to be typical of the Government’s general approach to science education. With secondary school curricula stripped down to the bare bones to make science “more interesting”, and several physics A-levels teaching very dubious oversimplifications so that those without maths A-level can understand it, it is no wonder that we don’t have enough scientists. The Government’s attempt to open up more science degree places has its heart in the right place, but without proper funding, Universities cannot be expected to offer tuition that competes with international institutions.

There is no doubt that we need to seriously need to look at the way that science is taught and promoted in this country. But the Government needs to realise that if it wants to have a workforce of qualified scientists, it has to invest in in its students first. It is no good having a generation of graduates that missed out on vital knowledge simply because there wasn’t enough funding to buy the right equipment. At the end of the day, the Government cannot half-heartedly commit to training its scientists: if it doesn’t want Britain to fall behind, it’s all or nothing.

 

A Fresher Look at Oxford

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According to the OUSU website, Freshers’ Week begins at 00:00 on the 4th of October and lasts until the 10th where, at 23:00, you are presumably allowed to sleep. Your actual Freshers’ week will probably not be organised with such military precision but be grateful for it’s duration. Why? Freshers’ week is just that, a week- which may not seem worthy of note but it has only be true as of 2006 when Merton JCR became the first college to propose that it be extended from a meagre four days to a full seven, in the interests of the ‘first years’ academic and social welfare’. Whilst the motives are questionable, as most people feel anything but well at the end of their Freshers’ week, it give you more time to enjoy all the fun of university with very little responsibility – and it is just one more thing that we do better than Cambridge, they still only get four days.

Contrary to popular belief, or what your friends at home may joke about, Oxford Freshers’ week is not just library trips and chess nights – there will be so much to do, and it is fun, promise. But, all the fun hides an ulterior motive, as you start to keep your eye out for your future friends. Freshers’ week is all about meeting people and it will start to remind you of speed-dating (albeit, a little less speedy, being a week long and all). Minus the lack of speed, it does have three similarities: people look out for other people that they like the look of, everyone asks the same questions and you rarely remember the answers, but ‘Where are you from?’, ‘What are you studying?’, ‘Did you take a gap year?’ are part of the ritual, and make up the larger, and much more important question, ‘Will we be friends?’. While you may just want to write your name and subject on your forehead and be done with it, it’s important to make the effort and to answer with the same enthusiasm the 100th time, and you did for the first kind soul who asked you. Everyone will be hideously nervous and will want to find someone to buddy up with – don’t take first impressions as your only impression of someone and dismiss them and, on the opposite side of the scale, don’t decide the first person that you meet, and like, will be your Best-Friend-Forever-and-Ever – it is far too easy to do and will stop you getting to know everyone else.

Talk to everyone and don’t be embarrassed – no one ever thinks badly of the talkative, friendly girl or boy. Enjoy the lack of the Oxford stereotype – no smoking jackets or monocles here – and dispel all Oxford myths, you will have fun here. Be friendly, don’t be too choosy – say yes to everything you can apart from a suspicious looking doner from that dodgy kebab van or walking home with that predatory looking third year. Try and go to everything that your Freshers’ rep has arranged: it is far easier and less scary to stay in your room and ring home, but it is also much less fun. Even if it means you have to go somewhere on your own, do it – it will just give you more incentive to meet people.

Make sure you do the important things as well as the less important, but obviously more fun, activities. Meeting your tutors will almost certainly be on the agenda at some point, as will library inductions to the Bodleian and your faculty. Yes, they are quite dull, but you can bond with the person next to you simply with a sarcastic roll of your eyes and it also removes a lot of the intimidation that comes from walking up to a building you may have only seen on a postcard and knowing that you have to find your way around it. It will make your first week a whole lot easier because you will actually know how to take a book out and where your subject books are. Dull, but necessary.

The Freshers’ Fair is one of the more sensible arranged activities that is actually quite good fun – mostly because it will be spent signing up the rugby player you met into the Ballet society, or your new buddy into the Medieval Battle Enactment Society, and then watching for the rest of the term as they receive copious amounts of emails that they have no interest in. Whatever you want to do, it will be here – if you are into your sport, music or drama then take note of audition and trial times, it’s much easier to get into these things straight away, rather than working up the courage halfway through the term, and they are great places to meet people out of college.

The non-drinking activities are actually the best places to meet people and your college Freshers’ rep should lay on some activities during the day to drag you sleepy-heads out of your beds. Often it’s a rather weather dependent BBQ outside (everyone still thinks it’s summer when they get back…) which invariably starts much later than advertised, but it’s a chance to talk to more people and to delve a little deeper than the classic Fresher week questions. Don’t be afraid to ask someone’s name again – everyone forgets and it is far, far more awkward to ask him or her in the middle of 4th week. If you’re too embarrassed then a little revising of your college fresher group on Facebook never hurt. Your Fresher rep might also arrange a treasure hunt, or a photo quiz, that will take you round Oxford. These are great fun and will help you find your way around, although Oxford doesn’t take long to get to know. Make a mental note of the fancy dress shop, you’ll need far more than you would expect during your Oxford career, particularly for college bops.

Ah, bops. This is oxford slang for an Entz rep organized party, ‘Entz’ is the oxford slang for the two people in charge of your nightlife for a term. Oxford slang is quite confusing at first, and may seem at times to venture into the realms of Clockwork Orange – you’ll check your ‘pidge’ (pigeonhole) in the ‘plodge’ (porters’ lodge), will sign ‘up’ and ‘down’ at the start and end of term – but everyone will be just in the dark as you are, and then suddenly, you’ll be using it and thinking nothing of it.

And that sudden change sums Oxford up. Freshers’ week will be overwhelming and there will be times when you think that you don’t belong, when you think it was all just a clerical blunder that meant you found your way in, but then suddenly you will have a group of friends and will feel at home. On the Sunday night of 1st week, before the actual work begins, and when you have finally unpacked your room to make it yours, the home-sick (or is that alcohol induced?) pangs can be replaced with the knowledge that for three lots of eight weeks, for the next three or four years, feeling at home here will just get easier and easier.

 

Quentin Letts: "All men are not equal"

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Tin helmets on, gang. I have just written a book in praise of elitism. In the Britain of Ed Balls, this may seem rash. Comrade Balls and his cruel-voiced Madame Lovely, Yvette Cooper, regard elitists with the fury that Chairman Mao’s ruffians once treated poets. And yet it had to be done – a book which argues that ‘social climbers’ such as the TV sitcom character Hyacinth Bucket are an example to us all. The more I thought about the Britain of Balls and Cooper, and the more I saw the shrivelling of beauty and the coarsening of manners. And the more I felt I had to urge you readers of Cherwell to embrace the idea that you are among the best and the brightest and that you should cherish your excellence.

All men are not equal. Some are born stronger than others and it is their duty to help the infirm. They will not do this by hiding like milksops. Leaders do not galvanise a frail citizenry by trembling behind matron and saying “ooh, I’m no better than anyone else”. False modesty debilitates a society.   Inequality exists, full stop. A few people are good at maths, many not; some have a flair for carpentry, others are no more able to assemble an Ikea table than the Masai warrior, plucked from his mud hut, knows how to play chopsticks on the piano. Unfairness – and, with it, a sense of gradation – is inevitable. The silliest response is to try to deny this truth. The second silliest response is to suggest that low grade is somehow more desirable.

Our rulers celebrate the crass and the grotty by flattening their accents, coarsening our culture, by jumping down in the gutter with the thick and the violent, the sexually incontinent, the drugged, the criminal, vexatious, cruel, indolent, selfish and unpatriotic. In doing this, our elite thought it was doing the decent thing. Alas, it was simply betraying the very people it aspired to help: the ambitious, blameless poor.

We are losing the idea of citadel, a notion of what is best and what is worth acquiring. Having reached Oxford University, you are part of that citadel. Be proud of what you have achieved. Try to conduct yourselves in a proper manner. Puff out your chests, by all means, and walk tall. But walk straight, too. Walk with honour. Commissions, working parties, think tanks, steering committees, conferences, charities, consultancies: egalitarianism has become an industry for the self-righteous, a largely secularist employment belt whose own high priests think themselves unbelievably important. In the past 20 years it has grown beyond anything envisaged by the socialist Fabians or even by their communist cousins. If the dotty old Webbs, Beatrice and Sidney, came back to Britain today they would be horrified by this behemoth of privileged paddlers. They would ask: where is the good, here, for our poor? The equality world has become a self-feeding monster, a job creation scheme for the clerical caste.

From university admissions to unisex hospital wards, equality runs like ground elder, strangling common sense. Officialdom towers over us, wagging its disapproval, instructing us to observe equality codes or face the withdrawal of public funds. Even the selection of candidates for our Parliament might have to comply with equality edicts, single-sex selection lists already being in operation in some parts of the system.  The language heard on airwaves is smudged by egalitarian neurosis. The content of our museums, the plays staged at our theatres, even our sporting ideals – all these quake before the great god equality, the constant, highly politicised impetus toward populism – in short, bog-standardism.

Despite all this, equality has not achieved its aims. Social mobility is dropping. The wealth divide broadens. “Equality practitioners”, as they call themselves, have simply become a new super-pod, brahmins amid the beggars, sixth form monitors of thought who draw their salaries from the pockets of the very poor they profess to help. No less an egalitarian than Alastair Campbell, Tony Blair’s malevolent henchman, once referred in a loose off-drive to “bog standard comprehensives”. Bog Standard Britain. You said it. Mate.