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Today is Shrove Tuesday, the last day before Lent, and coincidentally, pancake day! Oxford does a lot to celebrate, and Cherwell is excited to...

Better late than never, right? It’s the sentiment which lies at the heart of every tutorial essay, every near-sprint to a looming lecture or class (maybe even this article). Oxford time is a tin of treacle which seems to weigh down every step taken or word written, until you’re gasping for breath at the knife-edge of the essay deadline. It's the 5th week of term and you don’t want to run out of steam, but there isn’t much left in the tank. 

Memories aren't just windows into the past - they're about preserving pieces of who we are now.

Since I arrived at Oxford, alcohol has been woven into the fabric of my university experience. Drinking isn’t just expected – it’s encouraged, celebrated, and deeply embedded in student culture. Nights out, pub trips, drinking societies, formals: Oxford demands drinking, and I’ve obliged, over and over again.

The University of Oxford, with its ancient colleges and lofty spires, has a reputation of intellectual prestige on the one hand and eccentricity on the other. Across the river Cherwell, its newer neighbour is a modern, dynamic, and sprightly alternative full of industrious opportunities. Yet, it is inevitably still a place where “I go to Oxford,” if left unspecified, tends to be followed by ‘no, not that one’. 

Something I miss about home is the sea. There’s a comfort in the fact it’s always there and never seems to change. When you...

Swapping Valentines for platonic love: Anita Okunde on the revolutionary nature of Galentine's.

Sophie Lyne re-examines our attitudes towards self-care: is an overhaul necessary?

Carolina Julius discusses the good, the bad and the ugly sides of daily journalling.

When my “yahs” replaced my  “yows” I knew I was in trouble. Last year, I wrote a poem about my Black Country accent. I...

Can love exist beyond the boundary of Oxford and Cambridge? Laurence Cooke discusses.

Being handed a pager fills me with panic; I can’t help feeling a bit of a rush. I'm handed the black chunk of plastic...

Believe it or not, this is an article about hope. For hope to last, however, I believe that it must be earned. We thus...

In my first year, I was a regular Atik attendee, especially at Park End. Chris Duke’s shout-outs, the cheese floor and Ahmed's chips on...

Matcha, rich in antioxidants and caffeinated, is my go-to when I don’t want anything espresso. Yet not every store in Oxford sells it – I have been a victim of many bad matcha lattes over the years. Here’s a ranking of the matcha lattes I’ve had in Oxford.

My boyfriend and I are married!! For over two years now, wow - what a journey. At 20, some could say it’s a bit...

My parents studied at Oxford, which meant I knew Oxford before I knew myself.  The university found a way to fill each nook and cranny...

First, a proclamation: I voted for Kamala Harris in the 2024 US election. Second, a geological fact: I am from Seattle, Washington. Washington is...

As another year rolls around, I am (still) not doing enough exercise. And so, yet again, I will resolve to exercise more. But why...

So the Oxford workload, rather than triggering a stress response, has instead desensitised me to the fear of academic failure. Exposure therapy, I suppose. It’s very freeing.