Sunday, March 12

End of term festivities II

Stories untoldBetween finishing more than half of the qualitative methods test today and attending two interesting bops tonight, this has been a day well spent. The New College event tonight took place not in their MCR, but in an elegant sort of attic-like structure upstairs, with bare rafters and illumination from Christmas tree lights spread along the walls.

After that, a circuitous route brought us briefly to St. Antony's College. There, I saw Emily in the process of leaving for Morocco before we scaled the wall (St. Antony's simply will not let you out at night) and went to respective homes.

The day has certainly been indicative of the manner in which Oxford students mark the conclusion of terms. Mine won't really be over until this take-home exam is submitted and another pair of supervisions take place, but I can still appreciate the spirit.

Posted by Milan at 1:26 AM  

4 Comments

  1. B posted at 2:14 PM, March 13, 2006  
    The image of you climbing the wall of an Oxford college to leave a party is highly amusing.
  2. Anonymous posted at 7:54 PM, March 13, 2006  
    Your love is some dust in an old man's cup who is tapping his foot to a tune.
  3. B posted at 11:26 PM, April 11, 2006  
    I Have Not Lingered in European Monasteries:
    Leonard Cohen

    I have not lingered in European monasteries
    and discovered among the tall grasses tombs of kings
    who fell as beautifully as their ballads tell;
    I have not parted the grasses
    or purposefully left them thatched.

    I have not released my mind to wander and wait
    in those great distances
    between the snowy mountains and the fisherman,
    like a moon,
    or a shell beneath the moving water.

    I have not held my breath
    so that I might hear the breathing of God,
    or tamed my heartbeat with an exercise,
    or starved for visions.
    Although I have watched him often
    I have not become the heron,
    leaving my body on the shore,
    and I have not become the luminous trout,
    leaving my body in the air.

    I have not worshipped wounds and relics,
    or combs of iron,
    or bodies wrapped and burnt in scrolls.

    I have not been unhappy for ten thousand years.
    During the day I laugh and during the nights I sleep.
    My favourite cooks prepare my meals,
    My body cleans and repairs itself,
    And my work goes well.
  4. Milan posted at 5:11 PM, April 18, 2006  
    Ultimate results of the qualitative methods test:

    "Very good letter. Project outline and questions are also very good. Maybe a little more about his own role as well as the questions about his views. But otherwise all very good. Pass."

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