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University confirms delayed return for most students

Cherwell News and Investigations Section Editors
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University confirms delayed return for most students

Most students will not return for Hilary Term until at least the 25th January, Oxford University has announced.

A statement on the University’s website said: “We are looking forward to welcoming students back to Oxford in Hilary term. We want to help make the most of your Oxford experience, within the constraints of the pandemic.

On Wednesday 30 December, the UK Government published new guidance about which students are allowed to return to universities in the New Year.

In line with Government guidance, only very specific groups of taught students will be permitted to return to Oxford from 4 January.  All other taught students are advised not to travel back to university until at least 25 January, with all teaching taking place online until at least that point.

If you are taking part in initial teacher training or medicine courses, you should return to Oxford as indicated previously. Students on a small number of additional courses (for example, some of those with professional accreditations) may be invited to come back to Oxford earlier than other students. Further guidance will follow on this next week.” 

The University also noted that there were specific exemptions, for example for international students who have remained at Oxford or cannot change their travel plans, for those who remained in Oxford over the vacation and for individuals who require additional support or access to study spaces. Guidance about completing three lateral flow tests on arrival remains unchanged.

The announcement comes after the government’s plans for students’ return to university were changed following the continuing rise in coronavirus cases across the country. The Universities Minister said that due to “early and concerning evidence on a new variant and the extension of Tier 4 restrictions to a number of regions of the country” the return of most students would be delayed until at least the 25 January, with plans for a staggered return of students following this date.

While this decision has been made on a University level, some colleges already informed their students of the delayed return. In an email from New College, students are also told that “there are some more decisions to be made at a University level on Monday. So further College advice will be issued early next week”. For international students, New confirmed that “you will not be required to reorganise your travel to the UK if this has already been booked”.

Charging arrangements for Hilary Term are yet to be decided but New’s email notes that “it is usual not to charge for accommodation or catering if UK rules do not permit students return to accommodation”. University College has already pledged not to charge students rent for the time they are not permitted to be in student accommodation while an email from Lady Margaret Hall confirms that “Oxford colleges including LMH are continuing to work on the principle that students will not usually be charged for any accommodation where a College is not able to provide it on account of UK rules, or a related policy of the University”.

Jan Royall, Principal of Somerville College, insisted that she would encourage all students who needed to return to do so: “I will do everything possible to ensure that students whose home circumstances make it difficult to study will be able to return as soon as possible”. She also urged caution: “For those of you wishing to book rail tickets on a specific date for your return to Oxford, I would strongly advise you not to for the moment”.

The Dean of St Hilda’s outlined reasons for returning to College prior to 25 January and urged students “to think carefully about whether you need to return before 25th January. College services will be available to support students who are resident, but College will not be fully open and services may only be available on a limited basis to reflect the government guidance to reduce mixing to a minimum”.

In an email sent to all students, Professor Martin Williams, the Pro-Vice-Chancellor, and Miles Young, who chairs the Conference of Colleges, wrote: “We realise that this last-minute change of arrangements provides yet further uncertainty in an already difficult year. We had some very good news this week about the approval of the Oxford vaccine for use in the UK. This provides us hope that we will be able to return to a more normal studying environment later in the year, but, for now, we would like to thank you for your patience as we work through this difficult period”.

Following this, the Student Union issued a statement saying they “welcome  the University of Oxford’s recent statement to all students on the start of Hilary Term following the recent government announcement.

“We are in regular contact with senior leaders across the collegiate University to ensure student views are prioritised at the highest level and next week will be highlighting student concerns at the key University groups we are members of including Education Steering Group and Hilary and Trinity Co-ordination group. 

“Following today’s update from the University we expect colleges to provide further updates to their students including around accommodation. Our view is that students unable to return to Oxford in Hilary Term 2021 should not be financially penalised; students should not have to pay for accommodation that they are unable to live in.  

“This year remains incredibly difficult for all students and this must be recognised by the University in their academic expectations of students. We were pleased to secure a continuation fees grace period for Postgraduate research students. We look forward to working with the University to ensure student learning and assessment isn’t disadvantaged due to the pandemic.  

“We know that the uncertainty around returning is challenging and we continue to encourage the collegiate University to communicate promptly and openly so that students can remain up to date. We are pleased the University have committed to updating students next week shortly after key decisions are made. “

The Student Union also included links to their student advice service, which reopens from January 4th, and the COVID-19 hardship fund.

This is a breaking article and will be updated as new information becomes available.

01/01/21, 14:22 – Updated to include communication from the Student Union.

01/01/21, 14:58 – Updated to include communication from St Hilda’s and Lady Margaret Hall.

Oxford SU LGBTQ+ Campaign publish open letter in response to University’s Woman’s Place UK payment

Issy Kenney-Herbert
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Oxford SU LGBTQ+ Campaign publish open letter in response to University’s Woman’s Place UK payment

Oxford LGBTQ+ Campaign has published a letter in response to the news that the University of Oxford has given £20,000 in consultancy fees to Woman’s Place UK. The LGBTQ+ Campaign described this organisation as a “group we believe to have contributed to a growing climate of transphobia in the UK.”

The letter provided a history of Oxford’s prior involvement with WPUK: “many of us remember that, in the winter of 2019, the university was content to rent a room in the Examination Schools to them, despite their members’ well-documented record of speaking out against trans people’s right to self-definition, and their existing rights under the Gender Recognition and Equality Acts.”

The letter went on to state that “we believe that the University’s involvement with WPUK demonstrates that it neither cares for nor respects its trans students.”

When contacted by Cherwell, the University responded that it “aims to create an inclusive trans-friendly culture, workplace and learning environment, free from discrimination, harassment or victimisation, where all transgender people are treated with dignity and respect.”

They further acknowledged they were aware of the payment, and that “it is not unusual for research groups across the University to work with a wide range of external groups to support their research, and the allocation of such funding is regulated and scrutinised.” The University also stated an intention to respond in more detail in the New Year.

Within the LGBTQ+ Campaign’s letter, they addressed the “university’s public commitment to supporting trans students and to upholding its duty to keep itself free from anything which would create an “intimidating, hostile, degrading, humiliating or offensive environment” for trans students” describing this as “an aim which we do not feel is compatible with the hosting of WPUK events, let alone providing them with funding.”

The letter further outlines the university has neglected “to follow the advice or answer the request of its own students, many of whom devote substantial time and energy to engaging with the university only to be consistently rebuffed’ and that ‘pro-trans activists are ignored by the university administration.”

Woman’s Place UK received £20,000 as payment for consultancy work to support research into University of Oxford’s project Women and Equalities Law: Historical Perspectives on Present Issues. To read more about the project itself, please see this article.

The letter was co-signed by 28 other campaigns, groups including Oxford University LGBTQ+ Society and Oxford Feminist Society, and student representatives across 15 colleges.

Cherwell’s best films of 2020

Culture Staff
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Cherwell’s best films of 2020

Joanna’s picks:

Let Them All Talk
Filmed aboard the Queen Mary 2 as it sailed from New York to Southhampton, Steven Soderbergh’s Let them all Talk is a rare gem: a story about older women that feels neither heavy nor saccharine. It’s serious, but it’s also refreshingly light. Meryl Streep plays Alice, a distinguished novelist and decidedly difficult woman, travelling to collect a literary prize. She invites two estranged friends from her college years along for the journey, during which, they come to terms with how the Alice’s success has altered the course of their lives. Alice’s nephew is also on board, as is her literary agent, a secret passenger who hides from Alice whilst trying to discover what her next, overdue, novel is about. Many scenes were improvised and, as the title suggests, there is a lot of talking. The beauty of the ship, the women’s sass and Soderbergh’s craftsmanship all contribute to create a film that is memorable because it feels casual.

Waves
A stylish, disorientating and relentless film. Trey Edward Shults uses technical tools (innovative photography and switching screen proportions) along with a stellar soundtrack to relate his dark but ultimately hopeful narrative. Shults’ fluid camera, spins and glides through the life of Tyler, a handsome, happy highschool athelete. That is, until a shoulder injury sends his world crashing down, threatening to derail his sporting career, his senior year and his college prospects. Tyler doesn’t tell his sweet sister, supportive stepmother or pushy father, but pops pain pills and slowly comes apart at the seams. When he finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant, a series of terrible decisions lead to tragedy. But the film does not linger at its depths, it picks itself up, pivots, and becomes another film entirely, one focused on how bad decisions can ultimately impact good ones. We realize that this isn’t only Tyler’s story.


Joe’s picks:

I’m Thinking of Ending Things
Charlie Kaufman’s latest film, released directly on to Netflix, felt like the perfect film for our locked-down times. Claustrophobic car rides, uneasy family relations, and a general sense of confusion, superadded to by a boxy aspect ratio, lend the film an eery appositeness. Except, the film was conceptualised, written, and shot in sweetly naïve times, when coronavirus sounded like a nasty beer-induced hangover. So, really, I’m just projecting current circumstances onto the film, tying Kaufman’s aesthetic and narrative choices to the strangeness of our times. Except, this really is the whole point of Kaufman’s mind-bending masterpiece. Please watch it, and I promise the above rambling will make at least some sense.

Lynn + Lucy
2020 has seen a welcome increase in filmmakers approaching stories that buck the current fascination with historical thrillers or middle-class melodramas, instead focusing on urban life and more quotidian realities in a way that avoids Ken Loach’s sometimes overly-blunt social realism. Sarah Gavron’s Rocks, a story of a group of teenage Londoners, and Ladj Ly’s Les Misérables deserve a special mention, but the most credit must be reserved for Fyzal Boulifa’s debut feature. Set in small-town Essex, the story of friendship ruptured by tragedy, and the Hardyesque pressures of misguided community, is as deeply moving as it is artfully crafted.


Martha’s picks:

King of Staten Island
Judd Apatow has found his niche in the home-grown American deadbeat; the lord of the suburbs, The King of Staten Island. The semi-biographical comedy-drama stars Pete Davidson as Scott, a twenty-four-year-old aspiring tattoo artist who is left scarred after the death of his firefighter father. Scars that are reopened with the arrival of Ray, firefighter and Scott’s mum’s new boyfriend. There is a rawness to the film; an honesty founded in its ugliness. The dark humour, naturalistic dialogue and difficult situations make us uncomfortable just as intended. Apatow rejects the glossed Hollywood-ified portrayal of life and replaces it with what feels to be an authentic tale of grief, growth, and the joys of being an idiot.

Trial of the Chicago Seven
I loved Aaron Sorkin’s The Trial of the Chicago Seven because it made me feel genuinely upset. And in a true-story drama that recounts the prosecution of the ‘Chicago Seven’ and Bobby Seale, Black Panther come eighth defendant, after the protests at the 1968 Democratic National Convention, the genuine seems a necessary feature. Balanced by vibrant costume, a beautiful colour-palette, and an impressive all-star cast, The Trial of the Chicago Seven makes the hard-hitting palatable, and the film is enjoyable precisely because it is hard-hitting. Just as it is a political trial being portrayed it is a political film being watched; Sorkin brings together the then and the now and his historical piece feels pertinent to the world that watches it.


Trudy’s picks:

Portrait of a Lady on Fire
Céline Sciamma’s slow-burning romance is a haunting study of the female gaze – I couldn’t quite get it out of my head. Marriane is a young painter in the 18th century who crosses the sea to Brittany in order to paint the portrait of the aristocratic Héloïse. The portrait is to be sent to Héloïse’s husband to be – however, Héloïse doesn’t want to get married and refuses to be looked upon, and so Marriane must paint her subject without her knowledge. The two women slowly fall in love, and their feelings for each other are explored through the politics of the gaze. Sciamma focuses on the perspective of the woman in a society where she is bound by expectations and objectification, and a quiet, burning desire to free herself from those norms. The visuals and music in this film will stay in your mind, just like the smouldering gaze of a perfectly crafted portrait .

Babyteeth
My favourite films are always the ones where I fall in love with the characters. Shannon Murphy’s Babyteeth is a beautiful example of this. The film follows Milla Finlay, a schoolgirl who has been diagnosed with cancer, as she falls in love with a gorgeous and dangerous 23 year old drug addict, Moses. The viewer is completely drawn into Milla’s experience; slightly disconnected with the world, but desperate to immerse herself in the excitement of life. You fall in love with Moses just as much as Milla does, but at the same time hate and mistrust him bitterly as you put yourself in the shoes of Milla’s parents, Henry and Anna. Each of the four main characters are whole, flawed, and real, and yet also worthy of love and sympathy. The soundtrack is as unique and emotional as the film itself – I strongly recommend you give this a watch and/or listen.

The Power of Food

Jill Cushen
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The Power of Food

Food is more than nourishment; it is a joy which can bring people together, and its connective power is needed now more than ever. Food has a power which goes beyond the physical. It can be more than just an experience for the taste buds but can inspire and unite – powers which we value even more after a crisis which forced us apart. It isn’t just the taste we enjoy. It’s the company. 

In primary school, children trade lunch box treats; swapping Freddos for chocolate digestives and making friends in the process. Food can provoke laughter, particularly when culinary endeavours don’t quite go to plan, and the meal can’t be distinguished from a pyrex dish of black ash. Friendships can develop through any food experience, a celebratory banquet at the end of term or even a Taylor’s sandwich in the University Parks. Eating is universal, it is a shared experience. While not every meal has to be a memorable feast, eating together the odd time, rather than at our desks with only Netflix as a companion, can bring us together. 

Coming together for a meal is a tradition as old as the bible. The disciples gathered for the Last Supper where the breaking of the bread was not only a symbol of the body of Christ but an experience which connected the twelve apostles. We can scarcely begin to imagine the grandeur of the feasts served up in the Roman Empire, and maybe it was munching on those platters of meat and cheese together which made them such a powerful empire. Given that their relationship lasted two days, perhaps it was the 10-course meal on the Titanic over which Jack and Rose formed such an intimate bond. Countless are the times we wish we were guests at Nigella (aka the Domestic Goddess) or Jamie Oliver’s dinner parties, joining in the conversation and gorging on their creations. Food can be an explosion of flavours in the mouth, but the taste is not the only memorable part of eating together. 

Food is a form of cultural expression. We learn to appreciate and understand our diversity as a global community when we are exposed to new flavours and culinary traditions, whether that’s a coconutty curry, salty ramen, a stack of pancakes or even fish and chips. Food reveals more than what we eat or how we cook, but who we are and why exactly we come together to eat it, be that munching on puris under Diwali Lights or enjoying chicken soup and matzah balls while gathering for Shabbat. During the festive season, the uniting power of food is more evident than ever. Arguing over when to take the turkey out or experiencing a mass stomach ache after consuming a mound of chocolate sound familiar? Meals at Christmas can bring people together, even if only one household is allowed to devour the feast together this year. 

And if you were lucky enough to have one, Freshers’ Formal, the first test in understanding the years’ old traditions of Oxford, is indeed a bonding experience, as you wrestle with whether to sit or stand and attempt to withhold your giggling spurts as Latin phrases are recited. Buying someone a vodka shot while cramped in a sweaty club wasn’t really an option this term, and so a coffee and a pastry from Pret or the weekly bubble meal was a way to forge friendships. After months of eating only at the kitchen table, we also have a renewed sense of the importance of restaurants, the communal experience of eating out being a rare treat between lockdowns. 

Food is nourishment for our bodies, our souls and our hearts. As Hilary Term draws near and uncertainties remain, remember the power of food. Bonding might not happen during a night of club-hopping this year, but a dinner party of six can be just as enjoyable, even if it’s chaotically prepared in the confines of your tiny shared kitchen and consumed on the floor of your bedroom. We all have to eat, so why not eat together? 

Image credit: Wikimedia Commons.

BREAKING: University returns paused until “at least 25 January” for most students

Abigail Howe
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BREAKING: University returns paused until “at least 25 January” for most students

Michelle Donelan, the Universities Minister, has released a letter to universities in England with new instructions for returning to university next term, stating that “we will shortly be updating the Spring 2021 guidance to reflect the decisions set out below”.

In the letter, the students who are able to return in the first tranche (from 4 January) are restricted to Medicine (and subjects allied to medicine or health), Dentistry, Veterinary Science, Education (in particular, initial teacher training), Social Work and courses which require Professional, Statutory and Regulatory Body (PSRB) assessments or activity which is scheduled for January and cannot be postponed.

Donelan continues that “all remaining courses should continue to be offered online from the beginning of term. Given the rising infection rates, the return of all other students should be paused until at least the week commencing 25 January. The government will review this decision and provide further communication to providers in the week commencing 18 January. On the basis of this review, we will ask providers to plan for the staggered return of further students, prioritising those who will most benefit from in-person provision. We will work with the Office for Students and the Office of the Independent Adjudicator for Higher Education to discuss the impact of these measures”.

However, Donelan also stressed the importance of ensuring that “those students who have remained at university or who have compelling reasons to return are given appropriate support and access to study space”. Appropriate reasons for return cited within the letter include international students without alternative accommodation, students without access to study space or appropriate facilities in their vacation or home accommodation, students who remained in their university accommodation over the winter break, those requiring additional support (including for reasons regarding mental health) and those on placements.

Cherwell has contacted the University for comment to discover how this will impact Hilary returns. Previous college policies can be found here.

Wine and Weather Forecasts

Lily Finch
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Wine and Weather Forecasts

Even in halcyon pre-Covid days, coming home after an Oxford term was not always an easy ride. After a few days of much needed kip, the eerie quiet becomes all-consuming; Netflix can only fill so many hours. Despite the comfort of food that is not pasta-pesto, free alcohol and a house that feels like The Ritz compared to the mouse-infested cess-pit I’ve been living in this term, it hasn’t taken long for home’s mundanity to settle like an itchy blanket. Back in my childhood bedroom, I am stuck in an unpleasant time-warp, sixteen again and agonizing over awful boys, listening to utterly miserable Smiths songs. It’s the deja-vu experience no one wants. 

Usually I would escape to the pub with home friends, beer-fuelled jollity would soon erase these traces of unease and then home wouldn’t feel quite so bleak afterall. I’d realise, looking out over a rainy stretch of English Channel with my best friend’s arm wrapped around my neck in a drunken burst of love, just how much I’d missed it. Yet this year, my little seaside town is covid-riddled, and Tier 3 does not leave much room for merrymaking, so I’ve found myself stuck at home with two slightly irritating albeit well-meaning middle-aged companions. 

By most people’s standards, I am actually pretty close with my parents; after emerging from a two-year period in the dark tunnel of adolescence, wherein shouting matches were a dinner-time sport and door-slamming a rhythmic soundtrack, I realised that they were, in fact, quite fantastic, as parents go. My mum is a patient listener to the minutiae of my trivial social dilemmas, and my dad is the long standing receiver of manic essay-crisis phone calls. I know now that I’m hugely lucky to have this kind of unwavering support. 

It is perhaps because of this very closeness, however, that I notice the changes between us so vividly each time I return home from university, now more than ever as I have no choice but to spend evening upon evening with them, adhering staunchly to entrenched routine: a couple of glasses of white, followed by a couple of glasses of red, then a crime drama, the 10 o’ clock headlines, and finally, the pièce de résistance, the much anticipated weather forecast. This immovability seems relatively new; habits seem to have become religious, views intransigent. Perhaps this is symptomatic of lockdown, or perhaps it’s a natural process of age. Dad has begun compulsively cling-filming random scraps of food, despite my repeatedly telling him that cling-film, as it turns out, isn’t great for the planet; if anything my limply environmentalist comments (I’m no Greta but I’m trying) have only sped up the cling film craze. The same pattern applies for mobile banking, which will on no account be downloaded despite its convenience because it resembles another sad facet of “the whole world being moved online”, as well as for bluetooth speakers which are firmly shunned in favour of a very tinny-sounding CD-player. Politics can no longer be broached at the dinner table, not so much because our views are wildly different, but more because the inflexibility on their part to rethink opinions invariably leads to discussions spiralling into heated discussions. Moreover, I’ve found recently that often their voices have merged into one; I hear Dad’s inexorable cynicism being recycled through Mum and vice versa. To elicit some kind of change in thought or action is to fight a two headed monster with a marmalade addiction. 

The result is that supper-time chat remains largely within the realms of food- a safe space wherein nothing too profound can be disagreed upon; instead, the duration of the asparagus season and the shortcomings of Nigella’s minestrone recipe are discussed. Dynamic as these topics are, after a few nights of culinary chat I find myself yearning for more. I think the sad truth is that a lot of the things we value most have changed; emerging from lockdown over the summer and then returning to university, I have relished the excitement of new experiences and conversations, different faces and places, and in the meantime, it seems they have sunk blissfully into all the comforts of home- which of course is totally normal and to be expected on both of our parts. Yet often, as I’m waving to them at the train station’s entrance, I can’t escape the feeling that I’m leaving them behind, trapped in this slightly decaying little corner of south-east England, where nothing seems to have changed since the 70s. I worry that they too have been sucked into that unpleasant time warp effect, destined to live out a repeating cycle of wine and weather forecasts. 

What I try to remind myself, is that they like that life. There is immense comfort to be found in wine and weather forecasts; there is security in the repetition of habits. Perhaps we all reach an age at which we cease to change as rapidly, and our sphere of interests shrinks somewhat. Whilst this might seem mildly depressing now, maybe it won’t be when I’m 50, curled up on a sofa in front of ‘Gardeners’ World’ (God forbid), chilled G&T in hand. Meanwhile, I can find my own comfort in the slow pace of my parents’ routines and the continuity of home, like an old tune played on our tinny-sounding CD player- grating at times but cheery nonetheless. 

Revisiting Godard’s ‘Breathless’ 60 years on

Toni Quadri
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Revisiting Godard’s ‘Breathless’ 60 years on

Breathless (A bout de souffle) was the first feature-length film by French-Swiss filmmaker and film critic Jean-Luc Godard. It tells the tale of the petty thief turned runaway murderer, Michel Poiccard (Jean-Paul Belmondo). The French title, A bout de souffle, directly translates to ‘on the edge of breath’, an idea central to the film. Breathless is about the edge; never being in one place, always looking forward, never backward: to Nice, to Rome, to Lausanne, to America.

And if there is one direction the film looks in cinematic history, it is forward. Breathless is one of the most iconic films of the French New Wave, a tiny yet radical movement spanning the late 50s and early 60s. It is markedly dissimilar to its cinematic fathers. As the rebellious child of French cinema, it observed the dogma of filmmaking – orchestral scores, symmetrical mis en place, editing that simulated the passage of time – and tore it apart. This movement was started by film critics who, tired of the state of French Cinema, heard “if you think you could do it so much better, why don’t you” and actually did. 

Enter Godard and company. They chopped film up: car rides and conversations were roughly cut and stuck together; sound effects jarringly mismatched shots; amateur actors made up lines on the fly; the sounds of bistros and cars on the street were heard in the background; and the fourth wall? Obliterated. Here was a new type of film, a film that knew it was a film and made sure the audience did too. They wrote a new technical language which would impact cinema as we know it (just ask Tarantino, Scorsese, Coppola, De Palma…). These films were so stunningly self-aware they were almost human. They had their own lives, their own minds, and they were also thinking about where to have dinner once the film ended.

Godard expertly weaves the film’s context with its intrigue. While cinema runs from its past so does Michel, the film’s protagonist. And while cinema searches for its identity, Michel also keeps in tow. Throughout the film, we witness constant lurches towards the construction of an identity: visual dissections of the body, character’s facades, their lies, their gazes, Michel’s game of dress-up and the motif of mirrors.

Mirrors are significant in the film as a nod to Jacques Lacan’s concept of the “mirror stage”. The mirror stage is said to be when a child first sees a mirror and therefore witnesses themselves as an object for the first time. Hence an ego identity is born and the baby must find objects, places, people and groups against which they can build this newfound identity.

Michel constructs his identity through mimesis. The film opens on a shot of Michel Poiccard in the get-up of a Hollywood movie gangster, smoking a cigarette and tracing his lips with a thumb à la Humphrey Bogart. His characterisation is totally extracted from the American gangster film of the 50s. Yet, Michel fails miserably. Michel translates onto the screen as a child dressed up in mummy’s heels: he looks ridiculous, silly and he fails woefully at establishing himself as his own person — he is the caricature of pulpy American films. 

A film stuck between two poles begets a film with no authoritative voice, nor any moral compass, filled with characters who find themselves stuck in this moral murkiness. Unlike films of preceding decades which showed the audience right from wrong, Breathless blurred this line. Godard gives us a film that shows the white knight as the charlatan we always knew him to be and offers us the anti-hero instead. And after decades of excessively moralistic cinema, this breath of fresh air was thoroughly needed.

This is how Breathless stood the test of time. Godard gave us a film en train de se faire: ‘in the middle of becoming’. Full of characters in the middle of becoming, while cinema itself is in the middle of becoming, during an era where the concept of adolescence was in the middle of becoming. The film of halfway, opposites and in-betweens marked cinema’s transition from infancy to adolescence. It captured what it is to be young, to search for your place in the world, to destroy futile tradition. And we love it all the more in 2020, a year which has fostered an entire generation of teens proclaiming: “We are the change”.

A Coronavirus Christmas: Missing Family and Traditions

Uma Dodd
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A Coronavirus Christmas: Missing Family and Traditions

A couple of days ago I was walking back to college from Gloucester Green Market. As a treat, I had bought one of my favourite foods for lunch: momos, a Nepalese steamed dumpling. Although they were, of course, not as good as the ones my grandma makes, they certainly satisfied my craving for comfort food. In fact, they were good enough that as I ate, I felt tears coming to my eyes. 

This was not some food-based epiphany. As for most people, this year Christmas will be different for my family. It’s going to be strange not embarking on the long car journey up to stay with my grandparents. I’ll miss the little things, most of all: the warm chaotic hubbub of too many people in one bungalow, fighting over who gets the sofa seat with the footrest, and maybe most of all, the smell of cooking wafting from the kitchen. 

Food is an important part of our Christmas there, specifically Nepalese food. I am half-Nepalese, but I often struggle to feel connected to that part of my heritage, not speaking the language and only having visited Nepal once. Food is the main way I feel that connection, and Christmas is one of the few times a year that my siblings and I get to wolf down my grandma’s amazing cooking. 

Momos are a particular favourite of the whole family. More than just a meal, they’re a communal experience. An evening is designated, fillings are prepared, and parents, siblings, grandparents, and aunties all take up their roles in the production line, scooping, wrapping, and steaming. We rush from the kitchen to the table, gobbling down piping hot dumplings before they cool. My brother and I compete to see who can eat the most, then collapse onto the sofa to watch that evening’s Christmas-adjacent programming. 

This is, in itself, a relatively insignificant thing to miss out on this year. But given what we have had to give up this year – with good reason, of course, though that doesn’t make it easier – losing these rituals will still be difficult. Perhaps this feeling is the result of some ancient human instinct, the urge to gather your kin around the fire and tell stories to ward off the bitter cold of deep winter. Or perhaps it is simply that winter is often a difficult time, even without a pandemic, with shorter days and unerringly gloomy weather, meaning that we cling to the small, familiar moments of comfort we can find. 

Another ritual that I will be missing this year – though I know many people will not – is Christmas shopping. 

Whilst, yes, it can be stressful and exhausting, I’m a sucker for festive cheer. There’s something thrilling about the ritual of wrapping up warm and heading into town. The hustle and bustle of Christmas shoppers laden down with bags, the tackily beautiful lights draped in the air above woollen hatted heads, even the same three Christmas songs that blare tinnily down at you in every shop you enter – it is both infuriating and wonderful in its familiarity. More than that it is wonderful because it’s something you specifically do at Christmas. Losing those little rituals that feel so much a part of what makes the season leaves me, at least, feeling a little melancholy. 

Whatever the cause of these feelings, I guess what I’m trying to say is that we should not be too hard on ourselves for missing normality this festive season. Maybe I’m just complaining about nothing. I am lucky enough, for example, to still be able to go home for Christmas. I am certainly romanticising certain aspects of the festive period, particularly Christmas shopping.Regardless, my point still stands. 2020 has been a difficult year for everyone, and for those who, like me, are a sucker for Christmas cheer, this holiday season is hopefully going to provide some much needed comfort. As much as we need to be aware and stay safe, this festive season be kind to yourself, if you can. 

Artwork by Rachel Jung

Not particularly fusced: reflections on a first term

Matthew Prudham
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Not particularly fusced: reflections on a first term

 

Before arriving at Oxford, I knew that Michaelmas Term would be different, due to the ongoing COVID-19 Pandemic: no (official) matriculation; no (proper) college formals; and, crucially, no bops. That being said, I wasn’t going to allow a virus to decrease my enjoyment of my first term at Oxford – especially since, as an MSt Classics student, I only have three terms before my currently allotted time is up (and the powers that be can decide whether I end up staying for longer…).

I was, of course, upset at being denied a proper Oxford matriculation in the Sheldonian, but I’m lucky in that respect because I did my undergrad at St Chad’s College, Durham where I had not only the official university matriculation in the b-e-a-utiful Durham Cathedral (as featured in Harry Potter and The Avengers), but also a cute college one in our wooden chapel! So, I guess, I know what it feels like to be dressed in your gown in a throng of slightly hungover students having Latin spoken at them which most of them (except me, my fellow Classicists, and those who didn’t throw the ancient languages out of their brain post-sixth form) don’t understand, before trying to get a half-decent photo to send back to the folks at home. I did, nonetheless, take part in the higher-than-expected gown sales, in preparation for a day of posing around Oxford’s landmarks in sub-fusc with a bottle of prosecco in hand, bumping into friends old and new at a two-metre/one-metre-plus distance. Honestly, whilst some may complain (in a Facebook comment/Tweet/Oxfess that usually ends with “…just a thought”) that these parties in the street shouldn’t have occurred at all, all I saw were students behaving mostly rightly and abiding by the COVID safety rules. Surely having that moment to celebrate and realise that “yes, I made it to f*cking Oxford during a worldwide crisis” seems quite affirming and in line with the Government’s message of being able to have a ‘proper University experience™’, whatever that means. I wasn’t too surprised at missing matriculation given my undergraduate graduation is currently scheduled to be a little more than 3 months before I (hopefully) graduate from my Master’s.

My college, St. John’s, did try and succeed in replicating some of the traditions in a COVID-secure manner. Formals did happen, but it all seems a bit strange and limited with the plastic screens basically muting all reasonable speaking volumes, a 45-minute time slot, and not being able to sit facing your friends, instead sprawled out along one long table as if you’re at a chess tournament. These were, though, great opportunities to meet complete strangers – basically like speed-friend-dating – from the entirety of the college, and I’ve had lovely conversations from JCR and MCR members of all years, from DPhils to undergrad freshers. The bar was open in a heated marquee until Lockdown 2: Electric Boogaloo was implemented and the atmosphere and the COVID-regulations were both excellent. Even when the bar had to close as an alcohol-serving establishment, college, the JCR, and the MCR worked together on some law-abiding social events, such as film nights (organised by yours truly as MCR Culture Officer), mulled wine and mince pie evenings, and much more. I’ve seen – or even heard in the case of Merton from my kitchen window – many colleges organising many an event on that theme.

In terms of academic life – i.e. “what I’m actually here to do” – the Classics Department has been superb. I’ve had one in-person seminar a week and my Zoom/Teams supervisions and tutorials have been excellent. I’ve actually enjoyed having more time in between each thing:  there’s no mad rush, as I experienced in my undergrad, to traverse half of town in 10 minutes because of frankly ridiculous timetabling; instead, it’s a relaxing moment to have a drink, a walk around my room before clicking on the next link (which I have, of course, saved in my Calendar and not left to be found on an expedition into my overflowing Outlook inbox). Also, I can drop in and out of the Faculty Graduate and Public seminars whenever; I think the ease of changing commitment week-to-week is definitely something I’ve liked.

The only thing I’ve found difficult is library access. There are two ways about it: either wake up every day at 8am without fail and book a university library slot for the next week (and then manually insert it into your calendar since, for some reason, there ain’t no handy button to auto-add); or, forget and be consigned to working in your room forevermore. Still, there are times when I’ve turned up to the wrong library, or the right library at the wrong timeslot, due to simple human error/incompetence/tiredness. When all things do fall into place, however, (about 65.4% of the time) it’s a nice change of scene to push on with the daily grind.

If I did have cause to moan about anything (clue: probably the libraries or the Conservatives), then I was fortunate that I had a great group of friends in my accommodation. We did a US election all-nighter, numerous beer pong matches, and a big ol’ Oxmas dinner, for which everyone chipped in to cook some fine cuisine – everything from heaps of delicious pancetta carbonara to Iranian delicacies. I also had a few friends already at Oxford, so I was able to meet up with them for some socially distanced pizza, pints, or walks (depending on current guidance). If it wasn’t for them and the efforts of college, the MCR and the Classics Faculty in organising so many different plans to match every possible (random?) government decision I don’t think I’d have enjoyed my first term – one-third of my time amongst the Dreaming Spires©– anywhere near as much. MT20 has been a challenge, but it’s felt certainly been more of a success than Rita Ora’s compliance with COVID laws.

A refreshing debut: freshers’ Michaelmas sporting experiences (part 2)

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A refreshing debut: freshers’ Michaelmas sporting experiences (part 2)

As with all aspects of university life, playing sport at Oxford was an unusual prospect last term – especially for incoming freshers, ever keen to showcase their existing skills in Uni sides and try their hand at new sports. Cherwell asked four more freshers how their experiences (if any) of Oxford sporting life had been in Michaelmas, how the Covid pandemic had affected their opportunities to join in with University and College teams, and what their athletic ambitions were for future terms.

Elena Buccisano – fencing and lacrosse

Prior to my arrival at Oxford, I knew I wanted to get involved with the Oxford University Fencing Club, having previously fenced before. So, I signed up for the Women’s Fencing Preseason which, in light of the situation with Covid-19, was going to run differently from previous years. However, shortly before it was due to take place the preseason was cancelled – a recurring theme for university sports this past term! Despite this, the Fencing Club was granted return to play with additional restrictions from the beginning of Michaelmas term. As normal, the levels were split into Beginners, Intermediate and Advanced – with each level given different training session times. The Beginners course ran in the Cricket Centre and all Advanced and Intermediate sessions were done in the main hall of the Iffley Sports Centre.

As a Fresher at both Oxford and the Fencing Club, the Covid-19 protocols caused me some apprehension. Not only was it more difficult to meet and speak to the other fencers, the prospect of fencing under different conditions and in a completely new environment made me a bit uneasy. However, before the second lockdown, I attended an Intermediate training session at Iffley which promptly dispelled my concerns. The club implemented a one session per week rule in order to make sure that everyone got a fairly even allocation of sessions and my experience of the training was strange albeit overwhelmingly positive! The fencers were split into groups of six with each pair fencing for three minutes. Having to fence with a facemask on, despite the fact that fencing already takes place with a mask, was, let’s just say, interesting!

Unfortunately, in-person training was short lived (two weeks of proper training took place) and as soon as Boris announced the second lockdown training moved online. The virtual training was very well organised by the OUFC president and the Men’s and Women’s fencing captains. The training and exercise classes were free and available on zoom twice a week to all fencers, regardless of their level. Footwork, yoga and HIIT sessions were amongst the variety of classes on offer. In light of all the setbacks, I think the OUFC coped very well! It has undoubtedly been a challenging time for all university sports and in normal circumstances I’m sure that the training and socials would have been even more successful.

In Michaelmas term, I also decided to give lacrosse a go, both because it intrigued me as a sport and because of significant peer pressure… The Oxford Lacrosse Development Squad seemed like a good place to start but unfortunately, the first training session of the term was cancelled because of high winds in Uni Parks! We then went into national lockdown, so I still haven’t been able to pick up a lacrosse stick. Hopefully, I’ll have more luck next term…

Theo Lewis – football

In lots of ways, I was reluctant to join the Keble football team – I hadn’t touched a ball in a year so subsequently I had poor cardio and the flexibility of an old man. However, after finding out many of my fresher friends were all hoping to join the team, my enthusiasm was revived.

The first training session came around and I played centre-back as usual. I was eager not to go unnoticed – so much so that I went for a questionable challenge on the club captain, injuring his ankle. This definitely made me memorable but not in the way I hoped – I still get flashbacks and feel guilty every time I see Jon around college.

Karma soon caught up with me however and an injury came my way.

I decided to play in goal for one session since one of the keepers couldn’t make it. After diving on my side in an awkward position, I dislocated my shoulder. One uncomfortable taxi ride to A&E, two x-rays, and some gas and air, then I was back to normal. The physio said that I would be out of sports for 3 months, but physiotherapists are the Oxford Brookes of doctors, so I didn’t listen and intended to show to training the following week (unfortunately I was then isolating with Covid, so I was forced to take some recovery time).

All things considered I’ve loved my experience playing football at Uni so far. Playing football also has the side effect of making me manage my time better by providing a reasonable work-play balance. I urge all freshers who haven’t yet joined a sports team to do so. The community created by the team is a great one and now I can’t imagine how boring my first term would’ve been like had I decided against joining.

Hector Skipworth – rugby

Three weeks before term started, I was surprised with a phone call from the Captain of the Blues asking me if I would want to join the preseason training camp. A week before term, 50 players assembled at the Iffley road sports ground, 5 of which were freshers. Looking around it became apparent I would now be playing with men, not boys. They tolerated us youngsters and were very welcoming. The training consisted of a gym session in the morning, then two sessions in the day. To reduce the number of people we were in contact with we were split into 3 groups which we trained with all term. We rotated around different stations which involved a mixture of touch games and working on specific skills such as offloading, passing, kicking etc.

Whilst the Covid restrictions compromised our training to a certain extent we did manage to play an adapted round robin on one of the Saturdays. This adapted rugby game that England rugby set out was very similar to a touch rugby league game. This was also the first time I played with some of the established blues players. Training in term consisted of sessions on Monday and Wednesday evenings plus a gym program that had been tailored to each of us.

Lockdown put a halt to group training, but I was able to keep up with the gym routine by squatting with a bubble mate on my shoulders! Next term is looking hopeful for a return to rugby as we know it and potentially getting back to playing contact matches.

Harry Way – football

Despite the difficulties of Covid, my first experience of Blues football has certainly been an enjoyable one. Pre-season began in late September on the grass at Marston Sports Ground, with the team immediately striking me as a talented and focused one. As Michaelmas term started and the new squad began to form, training moved to Oxford City with three sessions per week. As well as two midweek evening sessions on Monday and Friday, this included a 7:45 AM Sunday morning session, with those who had gone too hard on the Saturday night quickly found out through one too many misplaced passes. Although we were unable to play any competitive fixtures due to the postponement of BUCS, the Blues did go unbeaten through Michaelmas with wins against Oxford City U19s and the Centaurs as well as the highlight of the term in beating Brookes 4-3. 

Through lockdown the boys stayed sharp through online strength and conditioning sessions, as well as helpful webinars on sports psychology and nutrition. On the social side there was a weekly quiz night which started with each fresher giving a rendition of their chosen song. Those present (and my neighbours) were treated to a stunning performance of ‘I Want It That Way’ by the Backstreet Boys from myself. In addition, highly competitive 1v1 foot tennis matches were organised on the weekends in University Parks, allowing players to maintain some ball skills whilst also having a catch up with another team member.

Overall, I’m happy to say that over the course of Michaelmas I have begun to feel like a true member of the Blues football team which is testament to the welcoming nature of everyone involved. Hopefully in 2021 we can continue our unbeaten run into the BUCS campaign, as well as the all-important varsity matches against Brookes and Cambridge.

Artwork by Liv Fugger.

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