I always find myself looking back onto what a year has been in its entirety, notwithstanding the moments that have rendered it difficult. A lifetime of education means not thinking of a year in its academic terms can be difficult – with 2018, this seemed, especially, to be the case. Yet at the same time, that very handful of months outlined by graduation, a strange sense of emptiness, too much free time, once that handful came to an end along with 2017, so did that same confusion linked to the way I would divide my years up. 2018 came into its own in the same way that I did – a year of Continue reading
When I was in the middle of exams last year, one of the things that I remember the most vividly is the countless hours spent aimlessly gazing at the tree outside my bedroom window. I used to have friends come over to my room, both of us under the illusion that somehow doubling the presence of people within a room would also double our concentration levels. I’ve never been good at idioms Continue reading
in my first year i wrote a very rambling, disconnected list of fifty things I loved about Oxford.
in second year i crossed out some and edited the list.
in third year i found the notebook i’d written them on. Continue reading