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In praise of breakfast grandeur

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Breakfast is a neglected meal. Your average cookbook doesn’t even go there, and most food influencers will only occasionally create complex cooked numbers ‘to cure that hangover’: this is a mission for which their shakshuka will never receive a call up.

But breakfast, that is the actual food that people eat on a daily basis, is a neglected meal for good reason. Is it unfair to expect reasonable people to spend more than five minutes on breakfast in the morning, and dirtying a pan? Even more so. Breakfast ideas that are fast, cheap, repeatable, healthy, and tasty are hard to come by, and their scarcity is down to the fact that there just aren’t that many. If you’re not a fan of oats, or eggs are off the table, tough luck.

The criteria might seem too restrictive, the brief too exacting, but there is a solution. It comes in the form of what must be described as mashed beans on toast, a suitably unglamorous title for this workhorse of a meal, but one that belies its sophistication. It isn’t just the ingredients here, but the process too that makes this a practical option that I turn to most days. To keep from getting bored, this recipe can be adapted depending on what you have, and what you’re in the mood for, but the basic elements remain.

Start by using a fork to remove around a third of a can of cannellini beans into a small bowl – the rest can go in the fridge for following mornings – and optionally a handful of frozen peas for colour and variation. Put the beans and the peas in the microwave until the liquid they produce is nearly boiling, or just very hot, it doesn’t really matter. In the meantime, toast a slice of bread. I go for half of a hunk of sourdough (the loaves sold at Jericho Cheese Company in town, and Hamblin in Iffley are excellent for a treat) but rye, or any other bread will do. I cut and freeze my bread beforehand so that it doesn’t go stale, and I can transfer a slice from freezer to toaster without creating any washing up.

Once the beans are finished in the microwave, take the fork from earlier and use it to roughly mash into a spreadable consistency, or however you like it. You might need to pour off some liquid if the peas give out a lot of water. I always add lemon juice or another acid to the beans, and a bit of nutritional yeast if I want it a little thicker and richer. Once your toast is done and doused with as much extra virgin olive oil as you can justify, pile the beans on top – don’t worry if the beans go over the side, this will be eaten with a knife and fork.

The toppings are where you can get creative. Salt is a must, but aside from that anything goes. Nuts and seeds add a lot texturally, and this is a perfect time to use any herbs or leaves that might otherwise be dying in the fridge. More good olive oil and nutritional yeast go a long way, and you could also add chilli flakes, sumac, or any hot sauce to contrast with the relatively savoury bread and beans. Now is also the moment to use any ferments or pickles you might have or have made. Not only will your microbiome thank you for it, but keeping the base fairly plain means you can appreciate their strange and complex flavours to the fullest extent.

At first blush, this breakfast may seem like a jumped-up beans on toast with ideas above its station, but the process here makes hot, healthy, varied, and delicious food every morning a distinct possibility. If you get fast at it, you can brew a coffee to have alongside. I’m yet to think of a better way to start each day.

Oxford threatens disaffiliation from institutions financing fossil fuels

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A group of 21 UK universities stated, in a joint statement released on 15 February, that they would cut ties with their financial providers unless they stopped financing new fossil fuel projects. The University of Cambridge is leading the coalition, which includes the University of Oxford; collectively, they manage over £5 billion.  Some of the other universities taking part include Edinburgh, Leeds, St. Andrews, University College London (UCL), and the London School of Economics (LSE).This is the most substantial financial move British universities have made to date in the fight for green financing. In recent years, however, some universities have taken smaller steps such as investments aimed at renewables.

The universities’ action is an escalation in their fight against climate change. Last year “Make My Money Matter” claimed that dozens of UK universities continue to work with fossil fuel-funding institutions, even though they had committed to divesting from fossil fuels. The latest development could, however, be a first step toward aligning their actions with their statements. The Financial Times quoted Cambridge’s chief financial officer, Anthony Odgers, saying “We care about people using our money [to finance fossil fuels]. We want to have a real-world impact” since “building new infrastructure such as coal and gas-fired plants and pipelines locks in demand for fossil fuels for decades.”

The universities’ demands align with the International Energy Agency’s (IEA) plan to lower emissions to net zero by 2050. However, an analysis by “Reclaim Finance” found that among the top 100 banks globally, only the French La Banque Postale would meet the coalition’s demands. Moreover, none of the world’s top 100 asset managers appear to be meeting the universities’ demands; it would therefore be quite challenging for the universities to find competent financial institutions that meet their requirements. The lack of financial institutions meeting the IEA’s guidelines could also pose a major hurdle for the general implementation of their plan for net zero emissions by 2050.

According to a statement by the University of Edinburgh, the universities submitted a Request for Proposals (REP), which is a document that outlines and describes a project and asks for bids from qualified service providers to complete it. Financial institutions, including banks and asset managers, will have until April 8th to respond to the REP. The universities will review and evaluate these proposals but are not required to further engage with them. The University of Edinburgh emphasised that there is “a sector-wide demand for net zero aligned banking products. This collaborative approach sends a powerful message to banks and asset managers and incentivises them to prioritise products that support the net-zero transition.”

Football Cuppers 2024: Keble’s historic treble

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Following their victory in the reserve Cuppers final last weekend, Keble’s first team and women’s team (Hertble, a joint team with Hertford) looked to make history this week in a double-header of finals at Iffley. No college had ever managed the feat of winning all three trophies in the same year: doing so would be unprecedented. 

In the first game of the day, Hertble faced a strong Summertown team from LMH, St Hugh’s, and Trinity. The first half was end-to-end; both teams were up for the occasion and defensively solid. However, disaster soon struck for Summertown. One of their defenders gave away a penalty via a handball in the box, and Hertble’s Megan King made no mistake from the spot, slotting it away expertly and separating the sides as they went in for the half. 

After the interval both teams started strongly, with Hertble sticking away a scrappy goal to double their lead before a quick reply from Summertown ensured Keble and Hertford nerves couldn’t be settled just yet. As was the case with both games though, the fans were the 12th player, and Hertble’s excellent support relative to the low numbers brought by Summertown were crucial in pushing the team on through these nervy moments. Two further goals from Hertble sealed the game, including an incredible half volley which flew into the top corner to make the score 4-1. By this point, the Hertble support was justifiably going wild, with players from both teams deservingly given hero’s welcomes as they returned to the side of the pitch at full time. Though they lost, Summertown had every right to be proud of the performance they had put in, admirably fighting until the final whistle. 

For fans of Keble however, the job was not done. Two down, the college had its eyes on the final prize – the men’s trophy. For the dream to become a reality though, the team would have to beat a Teddy Hall team which looked to be a physical presence on and off the pitch. Supposedly, there is a historic rivalry between these two colleges, driven by the two teams being dominant in college rugby for a period decades ago. Regardless, neither set of supporters needed much excuse to direct insults at each other, and both sides quickly pulled out the classic ‘what do we think of [insert college name here]’ chant. Soon enough though, it was time for the fans to turn their attention to the pitch as the captains led their teams out to roars from the packed-out Iffley crowd. Following a quick swap of ends after a coin toss, the referee blew his whistle, and we were off. 

Teddy started on top. Their physicality was visible, and it took Keble a while to grow into the game. A stroke of luck befell Keble though, as after a nasty 50-50 with Keble’s striker the Teddy goalkeeper was forced off injured. His replacement appeared to be selected to go in net simply because he was the tallest player on the bench and given his struggles later on in the game it is safe to assume he wasn’t a natural goalkeeper. For now, though, Teddy continued to play well, and were generating the better set of chances. They looked particularly dominant from set pieces and were rewarded for their efforts with a goal scored from a corner at around the half hour mark. The remainder of the half was a cagey affair, with few chances to either team. Teddy roared their team off the pitch at the half time whistle, whilst the shell-shocked Keble support did their best to spur on their players, who themselves looked stunned. 

Following the break, the second half started in much the same fashion as the first had ended. Few openings appeared for either side, and the crowds began to grow frustrated with repeated cries of ‘shoot’ every time Keble came within 30 yards of the Teddy goal. Eventually, this strategy paid off. Keble club president Ryan Smalley took down the ball just outside the box, made himself some space, and drove a shot on goal. It took an admittedly lucky deflection, but this was enough to ensure that the goalkeeper (once again) was caught in no man’s land, and could do nothing to prevent the ball trickling into the back of his net. At 1-1, the tension had risen a notch higher, and Keble were eager for more. 

Luckily for the fans, Smalley wasn’t content with just a singular contribution. With around fifteen minutes remaining, Keble were awarded a free kick forty yards from goal. From such a distance to score directly would have to be an incredible strike – and he delivered. A rocket into the top corner sent the Keble fans wild, and the entire team ran over to celebrate with their supporters. Cue limbs. The Teddy support fell silent; it was now their turn to be shell-shocked. 

With the game so tight heading into the final ten, it was sure to be a nervy ending for all involved. Teddy did all they could to try and get back into the game, including having goals disallowed both from kick off while Keble were still celebrating and a tight offside decision. The final moments also saw a vital save from Keble’s goalkeeper which was met with an eruption of cheers from the Keble support, and though Teddy continued to push, they just couldn’t find an equaliser. After a seemingly never-ending period of added time, the referee eventually blew the whistle and sealed all three Keble teams’ place as history makers. The Keble support had yet another fresh set of heroes to welcome, and they did so with unmatched passion.

The Saintly Lives of Students

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The saintly lives of students:

There, there(‘s) a graveyard in the college where drunk

students in funeral suits smile through t o m b s t o n e teeth.

There, there(‘s) a misty haunt of fresh deathly stares

between stony, stoned eyes. Dewy days of Monday’s

mo(u)rnings, book bags as big as eye bags from staying up on

Sunday nights resurrecting the Lord from his day of rest to

pray you meet the deadline. Forty days and fo(ugh)ty nights

sleeping like the dead – “It’s blues week” they said. There

there, you’re nearly there! Where? Back to the graveyard, in

the mist, in the midst of it all again? For the saintly college

name et the degree deity the student body is a martyr:

devoted but dead. When we drink our wine and eat our

bread at formal (wake) it’s the communion of the

community. Santé. Cheers to its continuity!

Mistakes and Markers of Time

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Whilst I was procrastinating in the Rad Cam a couple of days ago, I glanced down at my hand, and for the first time in a while, I properly looked at one of the tattoos I had gotten two years ago. Of course, I catch sight of it every day as I’m washing my hands, typing on my laptop, and cooking, but I don’t often actually look and think about it. Part of the reason I so infrequently admire it is because when I do, I have to face the fact that it’s slightly wonky, weird-looking, and faded, as a friend of a friend ‘stick and poked’ me in her mum’s sitting room. The reason it is slightly wonky is because, during the process, I refused to tell her that I wanted the stencil position to be moved slightly to the right. I was too scared I would upset or offend her, so I let her tattoo my wrist knowing it looked off-centre. Because at that time in my life, I would have truly rather permanently altered my appearance in a way I didn’t quite like rather than stand up for myself. I understand how stupid this might sound to some of you. But now, when I look at my wrist, I don’t regret my choice, I look at it fondly.

It’s very easy to criticise and cringe at old pictures of yourself, wondering how your mum ever let you leave the house in your most treasured white ripped ‘joni jeans’, or knee-high DM boots. But to me, this evidence acts as such a time capsule. Dying my hair has been an important part of my identity since I first coloured it baby pink at sixteen. For some people, different scents or songs can transport them to different times of their lives, but for me, hair colour acts as a marker of time. My hair has been pink, bleached blonde, silver, black, red, brown, copper, blonde, and brown again. It’s a bit of a cliché that when faced with change you completely alter your hair, but I have to admit that when I broke up with my first boyfriend, I immediately chopped it all off and dyed it black. Similarly, before I came to university, riddled with anxiety about how I was going to be perceived, I got way too many layers cut and dyed my hair copper. And whilst I’ve learned to regulate this tendency, I refuse to feel remorseful.

It saddens me now to see teens of eleven, twelve, and thirteen wearing ‘trendy’ outfits, compared to the likes of influencers like Molly Mae or Matilda Djerf. It feels like these young people are missing out on ‘rite of passage’ experiences. Because without all those whacky outfit choices, and crazed makeup looks I’m not sure I would have found my style. Experimenting and messing up is an important part of building your distinct identity, and if we have children who never did this due to the pressure from social media to be ‘cool’, individuality is going to decrease. Amongst pre-teens, the rise and dominance of brands such as ‘Lulu Lemon’ which emphasise neutral tones and basic silhouettes are adding to the loss of originality. And that is not to judge older people who enjoy this style. It’s just I’m sure those adults had time to experiment with different styles before choosing that as their own. But when eight-year-olds on ‘TikTok’ are in matching beige sets carrying a ‘Stanley’ cup half the size of their head, you’ve got to wonder how we got here and what is to become of a new generation whose life is so documented online that they cannot bear to make mistakes or laugh at themselves. How do you ever move forward or become self-aware without learning from disastrous decisions that are only forgivable because of your youth?

These days, I wear my closed-up piercing holes and grown-out layers with pride. Each story behind them might not be my proudest moment, but I’m glad I have literal, lasting marks on my body to remind me of memories I would have otherwise forgotten. We live in an age of impulsivity and impatience, and whilst many of my piercings and hair changes happened for those exact reasons, I’m glad they led to physical reminders of all the experiences I’ve collected across the years. Because whilst the minute stick-and-poke flower on my right hand’s middle finger might often be wrongly identified as fireworks, shooting stars, or, in its worst moments, a magic wand, I get to always hold the memory of that drunken night with my two school friends when we gave each other the tattoos. And I’m certain that was not my last dodgy tattoo or failed fashion choice. But I look forward to reminiscing about the stories behind my future ‘mistakes’. 

Ebrahim Osman-Mowafy elected Oxford Union President

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Ebrahim Osman-Mowafy running for the #Drive slate has been elected Union President for Michaelmas Term 2024 with 389 first preferences. The election was a change of pace for Union politics, with three slates competing for each position compared to the last two terms, which had just one slate running. 

The count took over 19 hours, starting at 9pm on Friday and continuing until 4pm on Saturday. The length of the count was attributed to the number of candidates running in the election, with 40 candidates running for Secretary’s committee.

Collins received 397 first preferences compared to Osman-Mowafy’s 389, but because of the single transferable vote system, Osman-Mowafy ultimately won. 

New rules heavily restricting online campaigning also came into effect this term with the aim of minimising frustration with social media hacking. The restrictions meant that candidates were only allowed to post their manifestos on public feeds, but these regulations did not apply to private messaging. 

Aryan Dhanwani was elected Librarian with 430 first preferences, running for the #Motion slate. 

Anita Okunde was elected Treasurer with 420 first preferences, running for the #Drive slate.

Robert McGlone was elected Secretary with 409 first preferences running for the #Motion slate.

The following candidates for Standing Committee positions were elected, in ascending order: Shermar Pryce, Moosa Harraj, Danyal Admani, James MacKenzie, Hugo Roma-Wilson and Rachel Haddad Moskalenko. As the candidate to be elected with the most first preferences, Haddad Moskalenko will probably be the Secretary in Trinity 2024. This is due to the shake-up in the Union following the Appellate Board’s decision for next term’s leadership. Runner-up Sidd Nagrath will likely be on Standing Committee as a result. The exact line of succession is, however, yet to be announced by the Appellate Board.

The Returning Officers were not able to finish counting the votes for Secretary’s Committee, saying that they were “unable to return a true result for the Secretary’s Committee within this timeframe.” As a result, counting was adjourned to begin at 11am on Sunday. 

Counting for Secretary’s committee was concluded at 2pm on Monday. The following candidates were elected, with number of votes in ascending order: Ammar Ansari, George Abaraonye, Prajwal Pandey, Vee Kumar, Raza Nazar, Jake Peto, Devon Darley, Yashas Ramakrishnan, Zizheng (Tom) Wang, Zarin Fariha, Ben Murphy. 

This term’s election saw 1158 valid votes cast, a significant increase from the 987 cast in MT23 and 590 in TT23.

St Peter’s Boat Club officially breaks world record

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St Peter’s Boat Club has received confirmation that it successfully broke the World Record for the Longest Continuous Row, after rowing for 10 consecutive days on a single rowing machine. The previous record of seven days had been set by Hull University Boat Club in 2019.

Over 70 people participated, handing over the handle of the rowing machine without ever letting the flywheel stop spinning. Shifts would last between half an hour and two hours – some rowers, completing multiple shifts, rowed up to 12.5 hours over the course of the event. Those who volunteered, from students to the college master Judith Buchanan, covered 2,620,927 metres in those 240 hours. For the rowers reading this article, the average split was of 2:44.8/500m.

“Graveyard shifts” in the middle of the night proved to be quite different from those in the middle of the day when the Junior Common Room – the erg’s location during the event – filled up. Rowers were kept entertained as films and music played at all times. The challenge even survived a BOP night, as the erg was carefully safeguarded in the corner of the room. The former rowing Olympic umpire Judith Packer, who had started rowing during her studies at St Peter’s, also hopped on a video call to encourage the rowers to pursue their efforts. To add to the fun, rowers were dared by donors to wear funny outfits. Notable mentions are the morph suit and the prison jumpsuit.

The team started a GoFundMe, which received 102 donations, accounting for a total of £4,345. 70% of this revenue will go towards the Boat Club, to elevate coaching standards and subsidise costs for training camps and races. The remaining 30% will go towards St Peter’s College Access and Outreach programme, which is aimed at encouraging students from underrepresented backgrounds to consider applying to Oxford.

Academic pressure and the overachiever mentality

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Academic intensity should not be something foreign to Oxford students. Indeed, I became acquainted with this idea before even coming to university – growing up in Singapore in a traditionally Asian household, the importance of academic excellence and achievement was constantly reinforced by schools, teachers, parents, and even politicians. I didn’t bat an eye when my friend slept for 3 hours every day in the weeks before A-levels to revise. All-nighters and skipping meals to study were the norm. In a system that prizes academic achievement above all else, it can be easy to forget that there is more to life than grades on a sheet of paper. Students, however, tend to forget this – which is why, on A-level results day in Singapore, certain schools have their balconies and higher floors cordoned off to students.  

We are often told that many years down the line, we would realise grades don’t matter, that life is more than tests and exams. To the young, naïve teenagers whose lives revolve around school, this can be hard to see. Exams inevitably consume our life ; they become the benchmark against which we assess our self-worth. Students with stellar scores are singled out and showered with praise from teachers and parents, and those who make it to prestigious universities are showed off as having ‘made it’. But what about those who don’t? When everyone strives to be exceptional, some inevitably end up becoming merely ‘mediocre’. This gives rise to the central problem surrounding academic pressure and the ‘overachiever’ mentality — that while we are fully aware of its harms, everyone still strives to ‘overachieve’, for fear of being left behind, of being ‘mediocre’. 

In China, such a phenomenon is termed ‘involution’, and refers simply to the feeling of being trapped in a never-ending rat race even when one knows it is meaningless. Recently, for example, media outlets in the UK reported on a girl studying 28 A-level subjects. Most UK students only do 3 or 4, so taking 28 subjects at once is highly unusual. Even so, the fact remains that someone out there is taking 28 subjects, and the fear of losing out would compel other students to follow suit, even if they know doing so is ultimately pointless. We subscribe to the ruthless study culture not out of genuine motivation to do well, but rather out of a deep-seated anxiety and fear of what would happen should we ‘lose out’. 

We cannot view academia in a non-competitive light. A-levels and university admissions are, after all, a zero-sum game – students compete for limited spots in university, with the first yardstick for admission being grades. However, academic pressure isn’t all bad, and standardised testing, while not without flaws, is still the best option in light of the lack of popular alternatives. 

A trend common across Asian societies is that competition during university admissions tests, be it the Gao Kao in China, the Suneung in South Korea, or the A-levels in Singapore, is unforgivingly ruthless. Nevertheless, I don’t think this should negate the intention of these standardised tests – to give everyone an equal shot at their own future. In China, for example, hundreds of thousands of students from rural villages sit the Gao Kao each year, because it is their only ticket to a university and (hopefully) a brighter future in a big city. Often, they carry the weight of the generations before them to finally break out of the poverty cycle. It is easy to espouse the idealistic notion of ‘do what you love’, but the harsh reality is that you can’t always do what you want or love. These students from rural areas cannot achieve their dreams unless they first have the grades to access such opportunities in the big cities. Grades, to some extent, give you the power of choice – they allow you to choose the kind of life you want to lead, instead of being forced to settle for something else because your grades couldn’t make the cut. In the wise words of Oprah Winfrey, you have to “do what you have to do until you can do what you want to do”. 

I believe that there is merit in pushing yourself to academic excellence – looking back, I don’t regret having pushed myself while taking my own A-levels, because it showed me the value of hard work, perseverance, and brought me here to Oxford, where I’ve met so many amazing people and seen things I couldn’t have seen in Singapore. I also believe that exams are not do or die, and there are times where academic pressure turns worrying or deadly. It can harm students’ mental health when they overwhelmingly associate academic achievement with their self-worth, or when sub-par exam results begin to feel like the end of the world. It can be hard to reconcile these two realities, but the key, I suppose, lies in striking a healthy balance. 

I don’t think it is a bad thing to be an ‘overachiever’ or ‘try hard’, or in testing your limits to see how far you can go. But I also believe that such a mentality can and should be applied to goals outside of academia, because while it can be easy to feel inadequate when you fall behind academically, we are not one-dimensional creatures who only know how to study and sit for exams. I’ve known people who are athletes competing in global tournaments, or musicians playing in sold-out theatres, or published poets and writers. You don’t have to be the best academically that you possibly can be. You only have to be the best that you can be. 

The patience of ordinary things

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By the time this column reaches print, 7th week will be over, and the term will, officially, be coming to a close. 

Rooms will be packed up, fridges cleared out, goodbyes exchanged – and I, along with a large proportion of Oxford’s student population, will go home. 

And what better time to consider the term retrospectively, than at the approach of its ending? 

And, for me at least, it is a hell of a retrospective. This term, after the obligatory settling-in of Michaelmas, I had one resolution on my mind; to get involved with the most outlandish student societies I could find. 

This, of course, is a promise more easily made than realised. I have been patiently waiting for admission into the Oxford University Change Ringers’ Facebook group since early January – in hindsight, my multiple references to The Hunchback of Notre Dame probably did little to earn me a place amongst their ranks. My attempts to attend the Cheese Society’s tasting nights have always ended with me, forlorn and cheese-less, blankly staring at  the ‘sold out’ Fixr notification that seemed to appear almost before the tickets themselves went up. I may work hard – but Oxford’s cheese-tasters work harder. 

On the (humiliatingly rare) occasions in which I am actually allowed into these events, experiences within them are varied, to say the least. I have a bad habit of seeing posters without reading them, and making up my mind to attend without really understanding the nature of the events they advertise – which is to say, I have sat, sober, in one too many crafting sessions that, (in my defence) I had no way of knowing were hosted by the Psychedelics Society. 

Save for the fact that it was written on the poster, of course. 

My natural gift for spouting confident nonsense, combined with a natural inability to admit the (extensive) limits of my knowledge, have guided me through (and possibly ruined) countless society debates. 

My reputation as an ill-advised-extracurricular-enjoyer precedes this column, and will most likely outlive it. Given the amount of life-drawings, society drinks, and painting evenings that I have dragged my long-suffering friends to, it is not an unearned title. And while not always invoked in a complementary manner, it is not a title I resent. 

My experiences in these societies may well be varied; but it is the variation that makes the experience so worthwhile. My humbling encounters in Psychedelic Society crafting sessions and awkward debates have left me with so much more than just some poorly made scratch-off art and burning animosity towards students I will likely never see again. At least, I hope so. 

One of the big ‘sells’ of university, so to speak, is its value as a place to find yourself and figure out who you are – and part of that is figuring out who you are not. 

And that, with my endeavours into shoddy (and mildly insulting) nude portrait-artistry and terrible open-mic poetry, is exactly what I am aiming to find out.

A guide for the impromptu undergraduate tour guide

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How do you even begin to show a relative or friend around Oxford? In Michaelmas, a friend studying in London came to visit. She stayed over for a whopping three days which, to me, was a disproportionately long time to spend in a city that was a fraction of the size of London. Oxford is no big, bustling metropolis; it has no famous tourist attractions (besides the university itself), no world-class restaurants, no breathtaking natural scenery. My days are filled with lectures, tutorials, libraries, and an occasional escape to the pub or club. What was she going to fill her days with? 

Well, first, the obvious – the Radcliffe Camera (affectionately referred to as the “Rad Cam” by Oxford students), Bridge of Sighs, Bodleian Library, Ashmolean Museum, etc. My friend is a huge Harry Potter fan, so that was easy – I was already at Christ Church, so I showed her around the dining hall and cloisters, got my friend from New College to show her around the courtyard (which had a feature in the film Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire), and brought her to the Divinity School. Lunch in the Covered Market, dinner at a Christ Church formal, then an impromptu post-midnight Hassan’s for the complete Oxford student experience. 

But all these places could be discovered from a quick Google search of “things to do in Oxford”; my friend didn’t need me to point them out to her. Besides, I felt too much like a tour guide, not someone showing their friend around the place that will define their life for the next three years. I wanted to show her the places where I forged my best memories – where I live, study, eat, socialise and cry. This was the first time I’ve seen her since we left high school, and I wanted to show her around my new life. 

If she had come on a weekday, I would have brought her to one of my lectures. We couldn’t study together in the Rad Cam (my library of choice), so instead I brought her to Caffè Nero to try their godly hot chocolate. We got a quick bite from Najar’s, visited the cows in Christ Church Meadows, and queued for an hour in the cold for Ramen Kulture (and it was absolutely worth the wait!). We ate bingsu (Korean shaved ice) at Endorphins Dessert Cafe. We watched the sunset from the rooftop of Westgate. And all along the way, I pointed out snippets of my life to her – this is where I ate my first meal in Oxford, this is where I was drunk out of my mind after my first night out, this is where I cried when I felt so homesick. This is where I saw the most beautiful sunrise of my life. This is where I walked whenever I was stressed or anxious. This is where I built my new life, in a foreign country 6000 miles from home. We got G&Ds, then chatted the night away in my room, reminiscing about the old and catching each other up on the new as we settled into the next chapter of our lives. 

So, to answer the question: how do you begin to show a relative or friend around Oxford? What makes for a good impromptu tour? Of course, show them the grand, romantic architecture, the buildings steeped in mystique and history that tourists marvel at when they visit Oxford. But also show them what Oxford means to you. Show them where you like to go on a night out. Where you go for lectures. Where you churn out your 2000-word essay dangerously close to the deadline. Where you get your groceries.

I’ve been thinking about how friendships change and evolve as we move on to university – as you grow older, friendships become less about experiencing life together, and more about telling each other about your respective lives. This rings true for family as well. Before university, we spent virtually every day together with our family or friends – they are integrated into our lives, as we are into theirs. Now, with each of our paths diverging, I barely see my friends from school anymore. By hosting them when they come to visit, I am, in a way, integrating them back into my life, even if it’s just for three days. That, I suppose, is what makes an impromptu undergraduate tour worthwhile – the surreality of seeing old friends and family in such a new environment, and the familiar warmth they bring to remind you that they’re still here. It’s like no time has passed at all.