Of Marks, Dinners and The End

Warning: this is going to be quite a long one!
This week has been a series of wrapping things up.  On Monday I had my Principal's Collections, which are where we receive our marks for the term and have a brief (five minutes) meeting with the Principal, Dr. Reynell and the senior tutor.  The actual meeting is just an exercise in smalltalk, honestly, but I've been quite pleased with my marks all week.

Before I tell what they are, I must explain the Oxford system: while Americans subtract from 100, so an A begins at 90%, Oxford builds up from 0, so what would be an American A- begins at 65%.  They quantify their grades differently as well; rather than A, B, C, D, F, you are assigned a class of honor, and then a division within that.  The best possible grade is first class honors.  Second class honors follow that, separated into upper division, a 2:1, and lower division, a 2:2.  Apparently you can get third class honors as well, but I've never heard anyone mention it; I think it's rather shameful, and Wikipedia says less than 10% of students receive it.  That being said, these are my marks:

Shakespeare's Comedies: projected mark (since we weren't quite finished) 65-69% / 2:1 / A-
Lesbian literature: 68% / 2:1 / A-
Victorian literature: 70% / 1 / A

From what I've been led to believe by Dr. Reynell, this is quite good.  Considering that this was my only term at Oxford and I spent at least half the term just trying to figure out what they wanted of me, I feel pleased indeed with what I've accomplished. I was considerably less pleased when my father called me at 1:30 AM Oxford time to congratulate me, but I know it was meant with love.

Wednesday I finished my last tutorial with David.  I brought both of my final essays to that meeting on a whim, and luckily enough we managed to actually get through both instead of having to meet again on Thursday.  It's been strange being in Oxford with absolutely no academic requirements, but it's also incredibly nice, and I feel like I've earned it.  Though I never felt stressed in terms of time here, (I've still never pulled an all-nighter in my life, and actually never even waited to finish an essay on the day of my tutorial here,) the sheer amount of writing I had to do was weighing on me by the end.  All told, I wrote over 35,000 words in 9 weeks, which amounts to nearly 100 double-spaced pages.  After Oxford, I'm looking forward to the relative degree of slacking I'll be able to do at William and Mary!

Thursday was the Hertford College Music Society dinner, where people in choir or orchestra (pretty much mostly choir) got together and went to Las Iguanas, a latin restaurant.  There's also a tradition that the dinners are themed, and people wear costumes according to the theme.  The theme this time was "children's television."  I saw a smurf, Pippy Long-stocking, Tintin, and some characters from Dr. Who (is that really children's television?)  I, however, was Misty from the original pokemon tv series.  You can see a picture of her here, and me to the side.  I felt outrageous, but that was half the point, and it was fun.  A lot of people couldn't come, but those who did were fantastic and I enjoyed myself quite a lot.  (However, the assertion that British people don't do latin food very well is true.  It wasn't terrible, but as I've said concerning most food here: "fine, but not very exciting.")  I also did some exploring that day, but the pictures are more exciting than anything I could say about them.  "Part four" of my albums, to which I link at the bottom of this post, covers the exploration.

Friday night was the chapel dinner, which is a much more formal affair.  It's for everyone who regularly attends and contributes to chapel, primarily the choir but also those involved in the religious aspects, by invitation of the chaplain.  Seats were extremely limited this year, so I wasn't expecting to receive an invitation, but I did!  It's black tie, with drinks at the chapel beforehand and dinner in-hall with the high table after.  The seating was prearranged, so I was put into the corner farthest away from everything (I still have a vague sort of feeling that Leanne doesn't like me, but I suppose someone has to sit in the corner) and I didn't know two of the three people nearest me.  However, the conversation was excellent, the food was good, and I got to see all my friends after.  Leanne arranged a compline after dinner (which was interesting, with the drinks before and the well-stocked wine at the table.)  Compline is an evening service lit only by candlelight, done entirely in plainsong.  It's really quite lovely, and I'm glad I was able to attend one.  The picture, being one of the few I managed to take that evening, is of the chapel afterward.  After compline, a reduced group of us returned to the hall to chat and finish the wine, and it was overall a very nice end to my time with the choir.  I've made some excellent friends, and I know I'll see them again.

Early Saturday morning, which was an interesting choice following the wine consumption the night before, I departed for Bath.  There's only one direct bus a day from Oxford to Bath, and one from Bath to Oxford, so I didn't have much of a choice in my travel times.  It's a two hour ride, but the countryside is lovely, particularly once you're very near to Bath.  The hills grow and grow until you're driving along the edge of a rather steep incline, where everything is a different lush shade of green and you can see the surrounding farms and towns and villages spread out over the dips and hills.  I dreadfully wanted a picture of a certain place on the drive, but I managed to be sitting on the wrong side of the bus both ways.  Ah, well; one thing I know for sure is that I will definitely be back to the UK.

Bath itself was lovely.  The first thing I saw, right outside the Roman Baths as a matter of fact, was a man riding a 10-foot unicycle while juggling flaming torches. There was a general upswing in the quality of the street performers here, but he was absolutely the best.  He did at least two more shows while I was in town, so he's consistent as well as amazing.  There's a video here for proof: you can here my slightly hysterical reactions.  (The whole thing made me rather nervous!)



Bath itself is a very different city than Oxford.  While Oxford exudes a sense of being centuries and centuries old, Bath itself (outside the Roman Baths,) doesn't in the same way even though it's considerably older.  For some reason, the vibe I got most strongly was a lot closer to 1940s New York.  I think it was the architecture, but I'm really not sure.  It makes sense, though; Wikipedia says that much of the city was damaged or destroyed in 1942 during the war, so much of it must have been rebuilt or built new during that time period.  The Baths, however, were a different story.  It was an amazing thing to see remains of human life that are considerably pre-Christian; the temple at the Baths was dedicated to Sulis, a goddess of the Celts, and Minerva, whom the Romans identified with the other.  People who know my father will find it appropriate that I found his souvenir here.

I also visited the Bath Abbey, which has had some sort of religious activity on its site for over 1,000 years.  It's a beautiful, beautiful church, and I took the tour that allowed me all the way up to the top of the tower, including the bell-ringing chamber and behind the clock face.  The views of the scenery around Bath were lovely, and while climbing the cramped, narrow, uneven stone spiral staircase was a bit harrowing, it was definitely worth it.  Like I said before, the countryside around Bath is absolutely gorgeous, and the views are tremendous in any direction.  As usual, there are more pictures in the album, linked below.

Now that things are wrapping up, I have at least a little bit of perspective on the experience.  Coming to England has been a strange but fantastic experience for me; in a way it's better than anything I could have hoped for, because it's real, but it's also disillusioning in a very gentle way.  I think I prefer the real thing to just imagining what it might be like, anyway.  These last few days before I travel will be odd: both the regular Hertford students and the other visiting students left yesterday, but the other William and Mary students and I are here until at least Wednesday; I'm actually the first of us to leave.  Cassie and Olivia aren't even here, actually; they've gone to Paris for the weekend.  It was weird being here alone together at the beginning before we knew one other people; now that I'm used to Hertford friends and a buzzing quad, it'll be even weirder.  (Speaking of Olivia, by the way, she's an aspiring cartoonist in a contest run by the Washington post! Vote for her here!) Not for long, though: my friend Tom from home arrives sometime on Tuesday, and we depart for Rome on Wednesday.  I leave him to go to Paris by myself on Saturday, then to London Monday, and I fly home that Wednesday.  This last week and a half will be a blur.  Don't worry: you'll get at least one more blog post before I sign off from this travel blog, and probably two with a possible final summary at the end.

On a different note, I have taken an outrageous number of photos here.  Each facebook album holds 200 pictures, and I'm well into my fifth album now.  For easy access, here are links and descriptions of them all:
Part one: arrival, the college and surrounding areas, the first part of the Natural History Museum.
Part two: second part of the Natural History Museum, Pitt Rivers Museum, TJ's visit, London, chapel, Inklings walking tour.
Part three: the Botanic Gardens, street performances and points of interest, Tolkien's grave, Oxford gay pride, Natural History Museum part three.
Part four: Natural History Museum part four, friends finishing, view from St. Mary's tower, Holywell cemetery, St. Cat's, HCMS dinner, Bath part one.
Part five: Bath part two, ???

For your reading pleasure, a final Things I've Noticed about Oxford and England itself:

• The sky is different.  Much of the parts of England I've seen the most of is very flat, so you can see for miles and miles.  This gives a sense of the sky being very low and very close; the clouds seem too solid and too near.  It's strange, because it feels sort of claustrophobic and exposed at the same time.  It's not uncomfortable, just a sort of vague sense of unease when looking out the coach window and seeing something that it might take me a day to walk to under these tangible white clouds.
• The trees are short, and there aren't enough of them.  This sort of adds to my sense of being able to see forever, because what trees there are aren't tall enough to obscure the view.
• Service industry people in unpretentious jobs are really, really nice.  Service industry people working at posh places are rude.  At least, this has been the general trend.
• Strangers are much less willing to be won over.  At home I often manage to endear myself to first-time acquaintances through manners, charm and simple being a somewhat attractive young female human being.  I think the characteristic "British reserve" has something to do with this; you're just not going to be that friendly with someone you don't know.  
• England is the second-most beautiful place I have been to in the world, the first being St. Martin in the Caribbean.  I can't wait to come back. 

Until next time, Oxford...

Of Graves and Drag Queens

Monday and Tuesday of this past week were relatively boring.  It rained, in proper British fashion, and I managed to finish my work early, so I legitimately had absolutely nothing to do until I received my next assignment.  In an effort to shake off the general malaise associated with being utterly at loose ends on a gloomy day, I decided to venture forth to try to visit Tolkien's grave.  It had been spitting a bit all morning without fully raining, so I took an umbrella but wasn't overly concerned.  I figured out the bus routes all by my lonesome, and got on my merry way.

Can I just point out, by the way, that the Oxford city buses don't announce the stops?  They're not very tourist friendly, since it took me half an hour online to even figure out which bus goes where I wanted to go, and you have to be able to recognize your stop by sight without any indications.  Conveniently for me I had written down which streets were close to my stop, so I managed to achieve transportation victory, but really, it wasn't overly easy.

To return to the point, as I sat on the bus, it began to rain.  Not terribly hard, just a constant drizzle. Okay, thought I, that's not too bad; I have an umbrella.  The moment that I identified my stop approaching, however, the gravid clouds gave birth to an approximately infinite number of tremendous rain drops.

In short, it poured.  And I wasn't wearing my wellies.

Despite this, Wolvercote Cemetery is lovely. Apparently it was voted "Best Cemetery" in 2001, and while I'm not sure what that would entail other than keeping its dead people soundly interred, it was a beautiful place despite nearly drowning.  Tolkien's grave is pointed out by a series of little stone markers.  The grave itself is a little cluttered with fans' tokens of admiration, some of which are completely inexplicable, but it was nice to see it for myself.  I had nothing to leave, but I was there, and that's enough for him and me both, I think.  I'm glad I got the chance to go while I was here.

Wednesday I had my tutorial with David.  I'd read and written on Measure for Measure, and I have to say that it was the first time in my Shakespeare tutorial that I actually felt mildly brilliant.  The conversation was really engaging, and I really felt like both David and I really enjoyed it.  Plus, I apparently uncovered something he didn't know: the name "Isabella" is associated with the phrase "consecrated to God" in Italian, and it works particularly well since Isabella in the play has every intention of becoming a nun.  To say that I did not do a mental happy-dance when he said he hadn't known that would be to lie.  I only have two more meetings with David, though we're doing them both next week, on Wednesday and Thursday.  I have to write on The Tempest, and already wrote another essay on A Midsummer Night's Dream about how the movie/play "Closer" by Patrick Marber starring Natalie Portman and Julia Roberts is the same story retold.  It was a challenging essay, but I'm not too worried.

Friday I finished my tutorial with Jennie.  I'd written on religion, myth and fairy tales in Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson, which I didn't find to be a particularly challenging book. I'm working on finishing up my tutorial with David now.

Saturday was Oxford Gay Pride!  There was a parade and a huge fair, and it was a lot of fun.  I went with friends, but ended up staying more than twice as long as they did; I got a lovely henna tattoo on my hand (for those of you who aren't familiar with henna, don't worry!  It's not permanent, it's just a stain that wears off within a week or so, depending on how well you treat it.)  I also took some fantastic pictures, which, as usual, you can find here.  It was a ball, and I'm glad I got to experience how Oxford does it.

Today's the last service with the Choir.  It all went very fast, and I can't believe this is the last one.  There's the Hertford College Music Society dinner on Thursday, which is a costume dinner based on the theme of "Children's Television."  I've got my costume all set up now, but I won't give it away yet; wait for pictures next week!

For my penultimate post while still in Oxford, I'll introduce a new category: Things I Miss:

• Mexican food
• Seafood other than fish (which is usually fried anyway), but right now particularly crab  (Mama, can I get the all-you-can-eat Maryland Blue Crab when we go to Tim's Rivershore?)
• Milk with meals (the Hall only has flavored milks, chocolate/banana/strawberry most of the time)
• Veggies other than peas and cabbage

Pretty much food in general other than carbs and meat, actually, so let's move on from that.

• The various cats that deign to share their existence with me
• Legitimately hot summer
• William and Mary
• Family
• Friends
• Night time.  The days are 16 and a half hours long and we're still more than a week from the solstice!

And of course...: Things I've Noticed:

• The bumble bees here aren't the big fat yellow and black ones back home.  They're smaller and gray.  The hornets, however, are huge and nasty.  I killed one (accidentally, while trying to catch it and put it outside, actually,) while TJ was still here, and we joked for the rest of his visit that I'd slain a dragon.  Seriously, massive.
• Dogs, according to my observances, are not nearly so pampered/appreciated/generally adored as they are at home.  If you smile and look at someone's doggy, the person gives you a weird look.  What, I just like your dog!
• "Trashing" is an Oxford post-exam tradition.  After you've finished your last exam, your "friends" pelt you with all sorts of detritus, from champagne, silly string and confetti to eggs, mayo, flour and all sorts of other nastiness.  What they throw is kind of up to them, so some people are nice and only throw relatively inoffensive things, but lots are less considerate.  Personally, for someone like me who really appreciates being clean, it sounds dreadful, but since I don't have exams I don't have to worry about it.
• Strangers make more eye contact than I'm fully comfortable with.  Cities like DC and New York have taught me the golden rule of "Look straight ahead, don't engage, use your peripheral vision" for strangers.  People here (particularly the homeless, but that's another story) will definitely look you in the eye before moving on.  It's mildly discomfiting. 
• Hand-rolled cigarettes are much more of a thing.  I see them pretty frequently.

Of Birthdays

Well, dear readers, I am 21 years old, which means I can go home in a month and legally indulge in everything I'm already legally allowed to do here.  Huzzah?  I find it hard to believe that that baby in this picture ever actually existed, but I suppose both grandmothers would beg to differ.

Seriously, though, my birthday was lovely.  Sunday night the choir sang me happy birthday in full harmony at Formal Hall, and in my birthday itself TJ and my fellow William & Mary'ers surprised me at lunch in hall with a bottle of champagne, balloons and sweets.  I should have taken a picture, but honestly I was so surprised I completely forgot.  It was absolutely charming, and made me feel quite loved indeed.  Monday night TJ and I went out to our favorite restaurant in Oxford, the Riviera, which is run by a Lebanese family and makes the most excellent food if you order the right things.  They also have cheap takeout deals for lunch and are right across the street from my dorm, so I've gotten to know them quite well.

Wednesday TJ went home.  The process was quite smooth, and we got him there in plenty of time and with more than enough for me to get back to Oxford for my tutorial later in the day.  It's sad to see him go, but it was a fantastic visit, and I'm glad he came.  If anything, I think being able to share Oxford with him enhanced the trip for me, because I got to play the role of tour guide for once, and show him all my favorite things.

I also had my second tutorial with David Wednesday, and that went very well.  He's not scary at all, really, and our conversations are very interesting, particularly because I know nothing whatsoever about drama, so I'm almost starting from square one.  He's very patient, though, and I feel like I've learned a lot already.

Thursday I received my birthday present from home!  It was the most ridiculous little package full of strange and wonderful things, and it made me happy.  Inside were three birthday cards, scrunchies, hair elastics, hair claws, Obama magnets, little pins with birdies on them, a set of Burt's Bees beauty supplies, and some lovely emerald earrings.  Emerald is my birth stone, and I don't have any, so I really like those especially.  Thank you, Mom, and thank you Nana for mailing it!  I actually like that it came a bit late, let me stretch out my birthday over a week instead of just one day.

Friday I finished up the first of my three tutorials, Victorian literature focusing on the detective novel.  For that tutorial, I read: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Bronte, Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte, The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins, Bleak House by Charles Dickens, The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins, Lady Audley's Secret by Mary Elizabeth Braddon, The Sign of Four and The Hound of the Baskervilles, both by Arthur Conan Doyle.  That's rather a lot of reading for six weeks worth of work, and I'm proud of myself.  I'll miss my meetings with Helena, though. I think she's my favorite.

Lesbian literature is progressing apace as well.  Thus far our works there have been "Christabel" by Coleridge, Carmilla by Sheridan LeFanu, The Well of Loneliness by Radcliffe Hall, and The Rainbow by DH Lawrence.  We have two more weeks, focusing on The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas by Gertrude Stein and Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson.  David and I have only done Twelfth Night, The Merchant of Venice and Love's Labour's Lost thus far, but we'll have three more plays before the end.  We're planning on finishing up a week early, though, by doing a two-hour tutorial in 8th week rather than progressing through 9th.  That'll give him a chance to go on vacation earlier, and me a chance to travel more before I go home.

Speaking of traveling, I'm starting to solidify my plans for the end of term.  I plan on meeting up with two friends from William & Mary who are studying in Bath and London respectively.  Starting on the 23rd, we'll spend three nights in Rome together.  After that, though, I'm on my own, so I plan on spending two nights in Paris followed by two in London before I fly home.  Details are still being ironed out, but it seems like quite a ride.

Today I saw a one-man-and-dog band.  He was playing the guitar and the harmonica, singing, and beating a drum with his foot while his dog howled in time.  I didn't have my camera, which is something I think I'll regret for quite a while.   I gave him all the change I had.


That's all, I believe; to conclude, some more Things I've Noticed:

• British people love to congregate in doorways.  If they are in any open space that has an archway, door or passage, they will immediately flow toward it as if magnetically drawn and then block it as fully as they possibly can.  There are rarely exceptions.

• Apparently it's baby waterfowl season.  I saw 10 ducklings today of two different species.
•  Most people are really bad at punting (propelling yourself down a river in a flat boat with a long pole.)  There's usually a good deal of screaming involved.

Of Adventures

Since I've settled down a bit into a more regular schedule, not every day holds exciting new experiences.  As such, I think I'll start updating on a once-weekly basis, so as to not have a string of posts that consist primarily of "Today, I read a book."

Tutorials are going along better and better every week.  I really enjoy both of them thus far, and this week I start my third, so I'm very much looking forward to that as well.  I have to figure out how to get to it, though; it's held in a different college, one which I'm not acquainted with, so I'll have to do some exploring before Wednesday.  Both Helena and Jennie seem to be liking my essays more and more, though, so I'm very pleased about that.

I did manage to have an adventure on Wednesday night.  One of the ways to and from college involves going through the Christ Church meadows, and I like it very much because it's prettier than the main street.  However, on Tuesday I was running a bit later than usual, and I only had about 10 minutes until the gates are supposed to be locked.  Taking the risk, I walked briskly all the way to the exit near the Graduate Centre, behind Warnock house.  On arriving, however, I found that the groundskeepers had been rather prompt, and with three minutes to spare the gate was already locked.  I'm sure that there is another way out of Christ Church, and another way to get to where I needed to be, but suffice it to say that I knew neither. 

This is how the gate is structured: a short iron fence skirts the river, and the gate, which is at least doubly as tall, blocks the bridge over the river.  There's enough room on the wrong side of the fence to skirt along and get to bridge, except for another problem: there is a large spiked iron semi-circle that protrudes over the river, to keep people from doing exactly that.  However, Justine, when finding herself locked out and on the wrong side of the river, will not be discouraged!  To make an already too-long story shorter, I hopped the fence and made it to the protrusion.  Bracing my feet on the bank, I managed to swing myself over the river and around so as to be able to reach the bridge.  Particularly since I was wearing dress shoes and a heavy backpack, I felt victorious.

TJ arrived for his visit on Thursday.  Everything there went very smoothly; I made it to Heathrow to pick him up in plenty of time, his flight was only half an hour late, and we made it back with no complications.  He's only now getting over his jetlag, so we haven't gone exploring too much, but we have plans to go out to London and also check out the Botanical Gardens and Oxford Castle, at the least.  I'm glad he's here.

Yesterday I had an unfortunate mishap.  Cooking dinner for us late in the evening, the butter in my pan started to smoke.  Mind you, it did not even smoke a tremendous amount; it wasn't burned, nothing was on fire, etc.  However, the smoke alarm promptly went off.  Beyond even this, the smoke alarms here happen to be linked, so not only did it go off in the first floor kitchen, but in every single room in the entire Graduate Centre.  Fully abashed, I had to call the college lodge to track down our caretaker to turn it off; I think the alarms were on for a good 15 or 20 minutes.  Pretty embarrassing at the time, but at least I can say I wasn't cooking something stupid like popcorn, and worse things have certainly happened: I could have actually set the kitchen on fire, and then would I feel worse!

Honestly, that's about all that's happened.  Life here has settled down into more of a regular routine, and I like it very much.  As much as people complain and warned me about the work load, I'm not overwhelmed.  It's more work than home, but with a little dedication and time management, you can have great heaping helpings of free time as well.

To conclude, Things I've Noticed:

• There's generally much less traffic both in the city and on the highways.
• The days are MUCH longer here than at home: it doesn't get fully dark until almost 10, and the sun rises by 4ish.  
• They don't have frozen foods to the extent that we do; I could only find either fresh corn or canned, for instance.
• British smoke detectors are sensitive.

Of Families and Museums

I really must say that the tutorial system is much more fun than the American system of classes.  Anyone who knows anything about me will know that that's saying something: I love William and Mary and actively enjoy classes there, so the fact that I find Oxford even more enjoyable is really telling.  My tutes aren't quite the norm amongst normal Hertford students, in that I only have one-on-one sessions, while I've heard of others having two or three students in each.  It's a very energizing system, though.  In a class, there's the option to just sort of passively sit and not engage; I'm among the best of us who have occasionally spent an entire class surfing the internet or playing old N64 games on my laptop.  (I can feel Nana disapproving from 3,500 miles away.  Sorry, Nana!  I don't do it often!)  Tutorials pretty much wipe out that option, especially mine.  The format generally for my first two has been the tutor saying, "I read your essay.  I liked what you said here, but this bit is crap.  Give me why you think this makes any sense at all."  That's a bit exaggerated, but that's the basic format.  I found it a little terrifying at first, and my first session pretty much involved me panicking and being entirely ineloquent, but by this Friday I found myself really looking forward to them.  I had my third meeting with Helena at 11, and my first with Jennie at 2.  Both went very well, though both emphasized that I need to include more knowledge of criticism in my papers.  I honestly just didn't have time to read much this week; between the 870 page Bleak House, the 460 page The Moonstone and a 20-page poem, I felt myself lucky to have finished the primary material.

Choir was pretty awful this week; not that I didn't enjoy it, but that we were just kind of terrible for some reason.  Numbers were low, and I think we were all frozen; not sure what else could account for it.  Even the girl that I love to stand next to because she's both loud and right most of the time was making mistakes.  We went to Noodle Bar after, though, and that was very nice.  I don't think we have anything like it, at least not on the East coast.  I had egg fried rice (which was just that, much plainer/paler than at home, without the sauce pre-mixed in,) with duck meat, onions and peppers in black bean sauce on the side.  It was quite good, and if I can remember how to get there from the Grad Centre, I'll definitely go again.  Afterward I let about six members into the MCR with me (they're all JCR and thus can't get in,) and we sat in front of the fire in the Octagon (pictured) and had tea.  I'll have to take some pictures of the Octagon next time I'm in there; it's a pretty coveted place by all the undergrads who can't get in, with big comfy arm chairs, and a gas fireplace.  Another room in the MCR has a Wii, plus free fruit and tea, which is very nice.

Saturday morning I had my family brunch!  (A normal English brunch/breakfast is pictured, though the picture is not mine.  It's pretty much exactly what you can get in Hall, though the tomatoes are not nearly so pretty as they are in the picture.)  This is something that I'd forgotten to describe, I think, and it's both really strange and absolutely charming.  Apparently, it's tradition that everyone gets a college family composed of other students upon matriculation.  As in, you're given a "mother" and "father," who may or may not have other "children" that are your "siblings," and you may have "aunts" and "uncles" and everything.  By the end of your last year you're pretty much "related" to everyone by "blood" or "marriage," so it's a fun way of relating to other students and providing a sense of community.  Though, I must say, it's very odd to be introduced to someone with the phrase, "Oh, this is my daughter," and both the people are between 18 and 21 years of age.  My father is J-L, who reads my blog (hi, J-L!) and my mother is Inge.  I'd seen my father once at the ball, after he was pointed out to me by someone who already knew who he was, but I met Inge for the first time at the brunch.  Arranged by Vanessa who has something to do with watching out for us International students, the four of us new William and Mary students had our family brunch all together where we all either met or hung out with our parents.  It was nice!  Inge's very busy with an Engineering group, so I was lucky to meet her, but they're both very nice and I like them very much.  I'm not sure if this is a Hertford thing or an Oxford thing, though...

Yesterday I went to the coolest museum I have ever been to.  The Natural History Museum in Oxford is amazing, and I can't wait to go back.  The Smithsonian back home is trying to get rid of the idea that it's the Nation's attic, but the Natural History Museum and the Pitt-Rivers Museum here seem to revel in it.  Natural history was full of interesting things, including dinosaurs everywhere, and Pitt-Rivers was much more about human history.  It was definitely a sort of collection of  Imperialist memorabilia, though; it pretty much yelled, "Hey!  Look at all this cool stuff we picked up when we colonized pretty much the entire known world!"  What was especially interesting is that, while museums back home organize things by culture, time period and then similarity, this museum pretty much focuses on similarity only. You'll find a mask from Peru next to a mask from Tahiti under a mask from colonial America, from the 1600s, pre-history and 1800s respectively, and they're all together just because they're masks.  Even though the museum takes up very little space in terms of square footage, there's so much to see that even though we spent over two hours there, we barely scratched the surface.  I plan on returning very soon.

Sorry about the day-late update!  I was planning on doing it last night when I got home from evensong and dinner, but my internet died as I was uploading photos, and as the English say, I was "knackered," so I went to sleep instead.

As usual, to conclude, Things I've Noticed:

• There are a lot of peas.  I don't know if that's an English thing or a Hertford Hall cafeteria thing, but I've had peas at least four times a week.
• What would be either "the check" or "the bill" at home is only "the bill" here. A cheque is a cheque and only a cheque. 
• "Urinal" = "yer-EYE-nul."  Yeah, that's pretty odd to me.
• You don't eat with your hands nearly as much here as you do at home.  People seem to usually eat chips (fries, though I've only seen the big thick steak-fries type) with forks, and burgers are only hand-food at cheap places.  (It's a sandwich!  Its form was created by the Earl of Sandwich so that he could play cards and eat with his hands at the same time!)
• Sausages are different here, as is bacon.  Bacon here is more like ham at home, and sausages aren't just seasoned pig bits in a tube; it's pig bits and breadcrumbs and all sorts of other stuff.  As J-L said today, cheap sausages are only about 10% pork, which I'm sure is an exaggeration, but the sausages I got from Sainsbury's in my first week pretty much tasted like it.
• Breakfast includes beans, mushrooms and grilled tomatoes.  I usually abstain from the beans, at least.
  

Of Tutorials, Talks, and Total Washouts

Sadly, I have no appropriate pictures for this entry!  How boring!  I'll have to do better for Wednesday.

We've started getting into the real swing of the academic part of term here now.  I've written two 1,500 word essays thus far, and I'm working on the reading material for essays three and four, both due Friday.  Since mid-April I've read Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, and The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë.  I'm now working on Bleak House by Dickens, The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins, and "Christabel" by Coleridge, which is a poem that I've already read.  There's some secondary reading to do there as well.  Technically there's some to do with Bleak House as well, but since Bleak House is about 870 pages long in single-spaced size 14 Times New Roman font, I think I'll focus on the primary sources and count myself lucky to finish that.

Tutorials are going more smoothly already, though!  I've met my second tutor, Jennie, from whom I'll be learning about Lesbian Literature starting this Friday, and she's very nice.  I had a fantastic meeting with my Victorian Literature tutor, Helena, as well, the one that I felt a little off about on the first day.  My second essay was much better (I knew it was even as I was writing it,) and she gave me some more concrete ways to make future ones even better.  We had a really engaging conversation, and I felt like we both enjoyed it equally.  That was very satisfying to me.  It's funny, too, because we have our tutorial in this big room with a long table that could seat twelve comfortably, and it's just the two of us.  We choose to sit at the small round table in the window instead, reasonably enough.

Some other visiting students and I went to a pub quiz on Thursday night.  Pub quizzes are a very British thing, and are pretty much exactly what they sound like: a quiz game that takes place in a  pub.  The one we went to was at the Folly Bridge Pub just a little ways away from the Graduate Centre, and it had five rounds.  The categories were General Knowledge, Food and Drink, Music, "Brothers," and Picture Identification.  The questions are read out one by one, and you must mark your answers as a team on an answer sheet.   You would think that a team of 7 students from William and Mary, Princeton and Northwestern all studying at Oxford would be able to handle a trivia game, wouldn't you?

You'd be mistaken.  We came in absolutely last, partially because none of us know British culture beyond tidbits like Gordon Brown calling that woman a bigot last week and the show "Blackadder," which finished it's original run in 1989.  We had a fantastic time, though, and we'll be sure to do it again, especially since the buy in is only a pound apiece.  There were some gruff middle-aged men watching football when we came in who were none too pleased by the crowd of chattering Americans, but once the pub quiz began they cleared out and we felt as welcome as any British group would have.

I'm not only making American friends, but I will admit that it's easier to do so.  There's a little bit of culture shock between the British and the Americans, where a lot of my conversations just end up feeling a little awkward because we're not relating to each other in the way the other is used to.  The choir is providing me with several really nice acquaintances, though, and they've generally been an exception to the awkward rule. I've met others whom have been wonderful, as well.  I've noticed it's also easier to make friends with the Canadians here, so it's not just that either the British or we Americans are xenophobic; there's just some weird little social cues that we don't quite share, and it's taking a little bit to overcome it.  I'm optimistic, though.

Something very cool is that later today, I get to hear Philip Pullman speak.  He'll be discussing his new book mostly, which I haven't read, but I really enjoyed the His Dark Materials series.  Pullman is a strong atheist, and the discussion is between him and the Dean of Divinity.  The book is titled, "The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ."  I'm intrigued, to say the least.  I'll see if maybe I can't stop by Blackwell's before the talk to pick up a copy of The Golden Compass for him to sign; there's only 40 or so people attending, (limited space,) and there's tea afterward, so I may get a chance to speak with him directly.  Here's hoping!

Things I've Noticed:

• Kiwis (the fruit, not the people) are more common here.  They seem to be one of the generic fruit basket staples: bananas, apples, pears, plums and kiwis.
• Girl-pants button on the wrong side (button on left, buttonhole on right).  I'm always really confused for a minute when I put on my UK jeans in the morning while I'm still groggy.
• Size numbers are way higher.  I'm a size 12 in UK sizes, but a 4 or 5 in US sizes. 
• I'm not sure if it's the water or the shampoo or what here, but I have to wash my hair at least twice as frequently as I do at home.
• When a sign in a shop says "3 for 2," it means "3 for the price of 2," not "3 for £2." I have been sadly disappointed more than once, let me tell you.
• While most things (when taking the exchange rate into account) are more expensive, groceries are less.

Of Tutorials, Balls and Choir, oh my!

It's again been a busy few days since I updated!  I'll try to address things in order, then explain a bit more about how Oxford works, and give a few more "Things I've Noticed."

I had my first tutorial on Thursday afternoon.  It went pretty well, but I know there's substantial room for improvement.  I just felt like my tutor and I weren't entirely on the same page, as though she were trying to guide me to some greater point in the conversation and I just wasn't following her.  It didn't help that she was analyzing a favorite book of mine in ways that had never even occurred to me, and operating as though I had a working knowledge of British Victorian-era law.  Suffice it to say that I don't, and so her repeated references of the Divorce Act lead to much internal brain-scrambling and contextualizing on my part while still trying to sound at least moderately literate.  I wasn't discouraged, though, and know I'll get better at it; as Josephine has told us more than once, "If you were already good at this, you wouldn't need to be here!"

After, I went shopping to lift my spirits from the degree or so they'd fallen, and got these wonderful vintage-style posters.  I won't go into too much detail, but the main one is from a poster campaign Britain released during World War II, with the most wonderful being the pictured one here.  It was only to be released should the Germans invade Britain, and since that never happened, they were never put out.  A few years ago someone found one shoved in an old book, and some more were discovered in a warehouse, and they're just so intensely British that they sort of went viral.  I bought this one, as well as a blue one that says "Dig for Victory," (encouraging victory gardens,) and a yellow parody one where the crown is upside down that says "Now Panic and Freak Out."  I like them, and plan on having them framed and put in my living room when I get home.

Anyway, the next important thing was my first Choir rehearsal.  It's held in the Chapel, and mandatory rehearsals are Friday evenings and Sundays, with Sunday also having choral evensong.  I liked it very much.  I'm a decent sight-reader, so I don't think I did too dreadfully, and having a more experienced singer on my right was very helpful.  I should have anticipated this, but didn't; singing in Latin is particularly hard.  Only one of the songs we sang Sunday was, but since I've never had to do it, it threw me off.  I'll get used to it, though.  Exposure will make me better!  The choir had pizza and wine after, and I really enjoyed their company.  Grace, the organ scholar, is particularly nice, and I made several other acquaintances with whom I hope to form more lasting friendships.

Perhaps most exciting was the ball last night.  Unfortunately for you, I didn't take many pictures, because I was having too much fun enjoying myself without a camera glued to my face!  I did take a few, however, as did other people, so they should find their way onto facebook relatively soon where I can steal them for my own nefarious purposes.  As a reminder, all my Oxford pictures thus far can be found HERE, and that link will be updated to a maximum selection of 200 photos.  After that, I'll have to start another, and will inform you all accordingly.

Anyway, the ball.  The theme was "Gala of the Gods," which seemed to have no influence on the proceedings other than to provide a pretty cool name.  It was a relatively formal affair; "black tie" with slightly loosened requirements; knee-length cocktail dresses were permitted, and many girls pushed that envelope so far that it ceased to be an envelope at all, and became simply a piece of paper.  More on that later, actually, in the Things I've Noticed.  I wore a dress given to me by Nana, actually.  If my purse hadn't sprung open mid-photo, this would be a pretty good picture as well.  Anyway, there was a champagne reception with strawberries (really good strawberries!) in OB Quad, pictured above, and then we all moved as a group to the Oxford Union for the ball proper.  Then ensued a good deal of madness.

Apparently the event planners hadn't realized that by around 9:00, after standing around drinking champagne and eating nothing but strawberries for an hour and a half, most of the guests would be hungry.  The "queue" for the food table was ridiculous, in that those of us who had the mingled fortune and misfortune to be nearest the front were instantly crushed half to death by a swelling throng of eager and mildly inebriated college students.  This is where I met one of my new friends for the evening, in that I was jammed up against his back for the better part of half an hour.  As he remarked, "We're British, damnit!  We should know how to queue!"  I actually didn't mind too much, other than having my feet stepped on, and eventually food was had.

There was dancing, and rather a lot of drinking, and everyone seemed to have a very good time.  I met someone who wore a waistcoat complete with pocket watch, and I had ouzo for the first time; I found it really good!  The music ranged from 50's-60's era American rock and roll to techno later on, and the cover band was quite good, despite the oddity of hearing "Great Balls of Fire" from a singer with a British accent.  My feet were hurting pretty intensely by about 12:30, so I ended up leaving before the silent disco, (apparently they shut off all the music and give everyone wireless headsets that play the music that way; I'm not sure entirely what the appeal would be there, maybe someone can explain the novelty to me?)  I walked back to the Grad Centre with two other visiting students from Princeton, and hung around while they got "chips and cheese" from a kabob van.  (Chips and cheese does not equal cheesefries back home; it's french fries with shredded cheese and ketchup on top.)  All in all, it was a very good evening, and a great introduction to a very "Oxbridge" kind of tradition.

A note on Oxford, from Wikipedia:
As a collegiate university, Oxford's structure can be confusing to those unfamiliar with it. The university is a federation: it comprises over forty self-governing colleges and halls, along with a central administration headed by the Vice-Chancellor. The academic departments are located centrally within this structure; they are not affiliated with any particular college. Departments provide facilities for teaching and research, determine the syllabi and guidelines for the teaching of students, perform research, and deliver lectures and seminars. Colleges arrange the tutorial teaching for their undergraduates. The members of an academic department are spread around many colleges; though certain colleges do have subject alignments (e.g. Nuffield College as a centre for the social sciences), these are exceptions, and most colleges will have a broad mix of academics and students from a diverse range of subjects. Facilities such as libraries are provided on all these levels: by the central university (the Bodleian), by the departments (individual departmental libraries, such as the English Faculty Library), and by colleges (each of which maintains a multi-discipline library for the use of its members).

For those of you with the "tl;dr" mentality, here are the ever-popular Things I've Noticed:

• Dresses here can be way, way, way shorter than at home.  Oh, you'll still get the judging eye of your peers cast upon you, but people are much more willing to wear the shortest of short skirts I think I've ever seen.
• A lot of fathers wear those silly baby-strapped-to-your-chest thing.  I see it on moms at home, but it seems to be more of a dad thing here.  Not really sure why.
• People don't really keep their dogs on leashes, except the tiniest dogs. The bigger and more exuberant the dog, the more likely it is to be running loose a good 50 feet ahead of its owner.
• British people, the choir particularly, love to dissect accents.  My pronunciation of the word "Chilean" (chill-AY-an,) just about started a revolution.  (Apparently, it's CHILLY-en here.)

Last, for your edification, a video I took of my normal walk to Oxford; it's precisely 10 minutes long and has really terrible editing because I had to cut it down; youtube didn't like my 13 minute long video.  The part where it goes black is where I'm sneaking into the Radcliffe Camera.



And yes, as TJ spoiled, a scout is a cleaning woman.  I'll update again soon!

Of A Busy Day!

My, but today's been busy!  My life promptly went from rather boring and solitary to pretty exciting, comparatively speaking.  I suppose details are in order, and I assure you, sagacious reader, they shall not be lacking!  (Sorry about that; "sagacious reader" is sort of an in-joke with just me, relating to a course I took freshman year on Tom Jones and other works by Henry Fielding.  Just bear with me, I won't do that sort of thing too unbearably often.)

First, I had a nice lunch this afternoon with Josephine (aka Dr. Reynell, the woman in charge of us Visiting Students,) and the JCR representatives for Welfare, (which is the term they use for general wellbeing,) in the Ferrar room above the college hall, up the stairs pictured.  It was the best I've eaten since I arrived, and I was informed that it will keep that rank for the rest of my stay.  It was nice to have fresh fruit; that reminds me, there is a plum, a kiwi and a pear in my backpack that I should probably retrieve before I go to bed.  I would have taken the raspberries, but I didn't think they'd hold up too well in the back pocket of my bag.

After, I spent the afternoon reading The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë in the lower camera of the Radcliffe Camera.  The Rad Cam is just about the most stunning building I've ever seen in my life.  Unfortunately, pictures aren't allowed on the inside, but I'll try to take a few sneaky ones when I can.  The upper camera is very grand; high, arched ceilings, big windows, a lot of light and air but total silence.  The lower camera is more to my liking.  The ceilings are lower, though still stone and vaulted, and there are dozens of dark wood bookshelves all around.  Each desk is lit with its own reading lamp, and has both an electrical outlet and an internet network port, which catches me off guard in such an old building.  Incredibly convenient, though, as I've found all the books for my first tutorial online as e-books.  It's kind of charming, to mix the old with the new in such a way.


It was during the afternoon that I actually contacted the college chaplain, Leanne Roberts, and joined the Hertford Chapel Choir, (the Chapel itself is pictured).  It only meets twice a week, on Fridays and Sundays, but Sunday nights is choral evensong, and it just seems like it'll be a really nice thing to do.  Apparently they feed us for free twice a week because of it as well, and who am I to turn down free food?  I just hope I'm good enough; I was more confident before, but it's hard to be quite so daring as usual when you're still settling into an entirely new country, particularly one that's been uninterruptedly independent for 4 times as long as your own has even existed.  I really do love to sing, though, and music has always been a soothing part of my life.  Plus, it'll be an excellent way to make friends.  Speaking of which...

Until this point, the other William and Mary kids and I have somewhat moved as a pack; separate most of the time, but meeting up often before doing anything social or important.  Today, I went to dinner by myself, and actually managed to make some friends.  I feel a bit as though I'm in kindergarten with how proud I am of that, but it's true!  One in particular, a guy named Nike, was particularly interested in talking to me, and we had a good deal of fun discussing women's issues and their repercussions.  He also informed me that Phillip Pullman will be giving a talk in early May, and directed me to the site where I could sign up to attend.  I'm very much looking forward to that; the His Dark Materials trilogy is excellent, and he's prominent in the fantasy genre in which I have so much interest.  There were three others as well; David, Clare/Clair, and one who's name I've forgotten.  I'll have to ask Nike.  David was able to name the make of each of the cars my family has owned once I gave him the company and year; it was rather astonishing.  I don't think I've ever had as comprehensive a knowledge in any subject in my whole life as he has about cars.

Tomorrow afternoon, I have my first tutorial.  This is my "Victorian Detective Novels and Sensation Fiction" module, and my first essay was to read and discuss Jane Eyre in terms of the Gothic themes presented throughout.  Luckily for me, as I think I may have mentioned, Jane Eyre is my favorite non-Tolkien-authored book.  I contacted Professor Wheatley back at home, who is not only the head of the Honors committee but also my professor for "Gothic Literature" back in the Spring of freshman year.  I've had other classes with her as well, (well, class singular, actually: The English Romantic Period,) so I felt free to ask her to send some of the material from The Gothic on to me to help me brainstorm, which it did.  The essay's been sent off to Helena, my tutor, and we'll see tomorrow how well I've grasped this concept of the Oxford Tutorial.

Oh, for those that asked, this is my mailing address; and no, there is no street number, I didn't just mistype:

Justine di Giovanni
Care of William and Mary
Hertford College Lodge
Catte Street, Oxford OX1 3BW
United Kingdom 


Also, for anyone who wants to contact me by phone, I can be reached at 703 879 7125.  It's the same price for you as calling any other number with a (703) area code, because I purchased the use of an online American phone number while I'm away.  Just keep the time difference in mind!  I'm five hours ahead of you lot, and calling me at 9 PM your time will make for a very unhappy Justine.

In conclusion, here's another list of Things I've Noticed:

• There are no telephone poles or electrical wires.  I'm not sure if everything's buried, or if they're artfully strung from roof to roof; I've seen none.

• There are more people with canes and crutches; lots more.

• Oxford has the second largest homeless population in England, after London.

• Personal space bubbles are a little bit smaller.  I'm used to people dodging each other on the street pretty widely; here, it seems fine to brush against people as you pass even if there's a great portion of sidewalk left over.  That, or everyone can just tell I'm American and is accordingly rude

• Swans are really big.  Like, really big.  I'd never seen one as close-up as I have now that they take their morning swims right outside my window.

• It's still farkin' cold.  Colder, in fact; today had a high of 52 degrees Fahrenheit.  In fact, my heater only goes to a maximum of 21 Celsius, or 69.8 degrees Fahrenheit.  That, my friends, is pretty durn cold for a maximum possible temperature.  The weather, however, has been beautifully sunny, and I'm convinced that it most certainly won't last much longer.

Also, happy birthday, Aunt Carrot!  I hope your Nana-made cake surpassed your wildest expectations.

That's enough for tonight; I've taken to getting up and out by around 9:30 each morning, so as to avoid my Scout.  What a Scout is can wait for the next post; it's something I'm certainly not accustomed to from living in an American dorm!

PS:  See some folk dancers from Saturday: