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Grieving in Oxford: Tips from a bereaved student

Grief touches all of us, and yet none of us in quite the same way. My grief is different to yours, to his, to hers, and to theirs. This...

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Hyperactive brain, hypoactive thyroid

Many Oxford narratives have been told time and again, but the story of the...

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Grilling the Parsonage: Oxford’s ‘best’ restaurant?

Sometimes you want more than just a meal, to celebrate a birthday, an anniversary,...

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Why I no longer trust ‘male feminists’

Over the past year, I’ve spent more time in male-dominated spaces than I ever...

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Chivalry in the age of automatic doors

The waiter has just brought the bill, irritatingly diplomatic in his placement – middle of the table. You both glance at it, then at...

TLDR: Literacy in the digital age

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The erotic life of the mind

At Oxford, desire often wears a gown. It speaks in footnotes, engages in debates in the smoking area, and sends you into an existential...

Oxford, gone decaf

When I was having lunch with a friend, I ordered my usual, a double espresso, and – horror of horrors – it was decaf. “Can...

Barcelona-Upon-Cherwell: Tapas at Arbequina

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How to survive Oxford

Welcome to Oxford, the place where ambition goes to drink, cry, and write 3,000 words on “liminality” at 3 a.m.

Mind over matter: Searching for mental clarity

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Please run responsibly (and intoxicated)

I get it, you’re bored of hearing about running, of seeing the zillionth marathon post. I feel the frustration. I have long been a...

Does Oxford prepare you for the real world?

As one of the approximately 3000 undergraduates to have recently bid farewell to Oxford, I’ve learnt just how easy it is to be overwhelmed...

The incandescent and the immovable

I went to Ometepe in search of a view, but found something closer to a memory. The island floats inside Lake Nicaragua, its twin volcanoes...

“Have you heard the new Laufey album?”

We all know the type, or at least the meme. The tote-bag sporting, wired-headphone wearing, matcha latte drinking, so-called ‘performative’ men flooding our social...

The maddening art of procrastination

In delaying and avoiding writing this piece, I am succumbing to exactly what many university students are guilty of: procrastination. Though not among the...

To read or not to read?

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New generation, old hobbies

Knitting needles, film photos, vinyl records, and books: what’s the link? You’d be forgiven for answering with “things I might find in my grandma’s...

Ramen Korner: The souperior choice?

Ramen Korner, located on the (you guessed it) corner between the High street and Long Wall street, boasts a striking facade with bold lettering...

Why we should all relish the chance to be bored

If there’s one thing that this summer has taught me, it’s to relish boredom. It’s in scarce supply for us all in term-time, but...

What does summer mean to me?

“What does summer mean to me?” was always the first question on the first page of a new schoolbook. A trap disguised as a...

My journey with British identity

I was gently raised with the idea that Britain was fair and decent, a country that meant something good. This was likely shaped by...

Performative perfection and the reality behind the Instagram post

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, and I’m scrolling through Instagram. One of my resolutions for this summer was to reduce my screen time, but...

The girl who lived

Like Harry Potter under the stairs, I was ‘the one who lived’. A rainbow baby (a baby born after loss), wrapped in nappies and...

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Lifestyle

Grieving in Oxford: Tips from a bereaved student

Hyperactive brain, hypoactive thyroid

Grilling the Parsonage: Oxford’s ‘best’ restaurant?

Why I no longer trust ‘male feminists’

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