My Travel Adventures

Given how busy the terms are at Oxford, both this post and the last have been backdated. I wrote them while sitting at home in the Czech Republic on the 20 th of December, occasionally dodging my memory by consulting the photographs still on my hard drive (goodness, I really need to migrate those to my external hard drives already).

School terms at Oxford are nasty, brutish, and short. In contrast to Yale’s twelve weeks of instruction (with two weeks of break somewhere in between and one week of exams towards the end), they last a mere eight. Logically speaking, this equates to around 24 weeks of instruction per year in both cases, but these feel very different. During my last two years at Yale, I wrote the bulk of my papers during the holidays and had time during the semester to eat long meals with friends and participate in extracurriculars. At Oxford, this buffer is gone. Every week is a mad dash towards the sweet release of the upcoming holiday season, and there is barely enough time to do any one thing well.