A TYPICAL WEEK
Saturday Sleep in, recovering from Friday, have croissants for breakfast (dining hall doesn't serve breakfast on weekends). Hurry to the Old Bod (library) to read economics articles: it's only open till noon on Saturday and not at all on Sunday. Finish at eleven, have brunch in hall (best meal of the week). Spend rest of day sitting in bed listening to Tracy Chapman and taking notes on books on child labor and Aristotle. I have two essays due this week.
Sunday Usually do laundry in the morning, sometimes go to church if the ringing of the bells over the meadow gets too insistent. Try to work while clothes wash but end up e-mailing and reading Sunday papers. Lunch in room, then more note taking. Am going stir-crazy by 3:30 - tired of reading and everyone on my corridor is away for the weekend. Luckily Phoebe stops by and we go out to Blackwell's Bookshop for coffee, then wander around the town wasting time and talking. In the evening go to a meeting of the JCR, St. Hilda's student government body. We decide to demand more refrigerators from the administration.
Monday Woken at 7:30 by construction next door. Breakfast in hall at 8; I sit with the JYAs, since only Americans get up for breakfast. Check e-mail. Finish up notes, complain about essay topic to Lana and Nadifa, then lend them the books. Lunch in hall. Walk across town to Politics library to get book on Aristotle which was out earlier. Go to Post Office on way back: mail a letter home. Lasagna for supper, hurray. Go out to Labour Club at St. Catherine's with Vita and Sophia. A talk by a candidate for Parliament and a motion on nuclear disarmament.
Tuesday Begin outlining essays. Am convinced I've been assigned the wrong articles for economics. As for Aristotle, who knows what he meant by "the end of the state is the good life"? Argh! Lunch: get a bagel from buttery in the Junior Common Room and eat while reading newspapers. Get a roll on in economics and finish outline. Pizza for supper: Phoebe and I eat in TV room while watching "Yes, Minister". Stay in tonight: get a Terry Pratchett novel from Hilda's library.
Wednesday Spend the morning writing my essay on child labour. At half an hour per page finish just before lunch. After lunch, drop off essay in tutor's box at All Souls College. Back at Hilda's, force myself to outline Aristotle essay, though I have nothing insightful to say. It's History seminar night, so have a formal dinner with the speaker, the tutors and all the History students. I talk politics with Dr. Wormald and some of the second years. The lecture is on Imperialism and then there's a drinks reception. Get done in time for the weekly "Ally McBeal" night in Nadifa's room (she's the only one who has a TV).
Thursday Drop some books off at the history library then meet Sarah at All Souls next door for our 10AM tutorial with Dr. Humphries. When I get back, our scout, Olga, is cleaning my room and we chat for a while. Spend the afternoon writing my essay on Aristotle. Must finish by five so I can hand it in before meeting Mary for supper at the Queen's Lane coffeehouse. From there we go on to the Union: it's debate night. This week the topic is "This House believes Europe is the greatest opportunity to Britain since the Empire". Half of my fellow first-year historians from Hilda's are there too. Don't get to bed till 1a.m.
Friday My busy day. Lana, Nadifa and I manage to wake up for our 9 a.m. tutorial with Mrs. Howarth. We collectively gang up on poor Aristotle. Then I set off on the library circuit: to the St. Hilda's, History and Politics libraries, returning books and getting new ones. Take a break in the Union library and read some magazines, then up St. Giles to the Green party lunch. A Nestlé VP is speaking, trying to convince us that formula marketing is moral. After that drop my books off at Hilda's, and walk to Tesco's for groceries. After dinner go to Hertford College for an Arthurian Society meeting (readings of poetry and from a hilariously bad novel about Guinevere). From there we go to G&Ds, a local ice cream place, and stay till it closes at midnight.
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