(Yeah that's a Harry Potter reference. Don't even pretend like you didn't get it.)
So... I've been gone for a little while. I'm so sorry! Like this term in general, the time has slipped away from me and I've been a naughty, naughty blogger. I also admit that I haven't felt like I've had a ton of exciting things to write about: a lot of little incidental things here and there, but in general life has been clicking along just fine and dandy without major incident. I've been exhausted and in a continual cycle of early mornings and dead-man catchup naps, but happy to do it for the wonderful times I've been having trying out rowing and getting a taste of the Oxford sporting life.
I feel like I'm becoming a settled-in resident of the bizarre little fantasy world that is Oxford, judging by the fact that I now accept without question that Sunday night after formal hall is for port and cheese in my college's wood-paneled common room (and that it is a highlight of the week), and that pretty much any grogginess for a mid-morning lecture can be explained by a 5am wakeup for rowing practice and will get nods of understanding from everyone in the room since apparently everyone else was out there at 5am as well.
I did still roll my eyes at the ridiculousness of this email snippet that I received this morning in, I swear to God, absolute dead seriousness in regard to the termly graduate student banquet that I'm attending this evening:
Finally, as any student at Oxford should know, remember that port is passed to the left systematically around the table. Please be considerate of their neighbours when pouring the port -- if everyone is sensible the decanters will circulate again.
Yeah... that can't be real.
But one thing that I still haven't gotten used to is the beauty of this place. Seriously, how can this place not be a movie set? I still find myself shaking my head in wonder on what feels like a daily, even hourly basis. Here's a little bit of what I'm talking about:
(Pembroke, my lovely little home)
(Looking through to Pembroke's Chapel Quad - I've gotten to see a fair number of colleges now and, while I'm obviously biased, I think Pembroke may be the cutest of them all)
(The gates to Blackfriars, one of the religious halls at Oxford (which is sort of like a college... but not quite. Classic Oxford.))
(The Canterbury Quad at St John's - so regal)
(The view out a window in Pembroke, with Christ Church's Old Tom Tower visible across the street)
(Sunset at the Pembroke boat house)
(Sunrise outside my building)
Again, yeah... that can't be real.
I do have a few little stories to recount, and I promise I'll get caught up soon with some recaps over the next few days. But in the meantime, it's banquet time!! More soon :)