I'm in Oxford now. I've picked up my sub fusc (my academic robes) and moved into my room. It may sound gushing, but - I couldn't have been given a better room. Up five or so flights of narrow, creaking stairs onto a dark wooden landing to an attic under the eaves of the slanting roof, with a window that opens onto Holywell Street. Though bringing up my luggage was a nightmare, I have a bird's eye view of the spires and chimneys. I can see the cupola of the Sheldon building where I'll matriculate next week, and I hear the bells tolling every fifteen minutes. It seems invented.
I'll write more about my misadventures in London and post pictures. It seems ungrateful to say, but I miss a few familiar faces.
I'll write more about my misadventures in London and post pictures. It seems ungrateful to say, but I miss a few familiar faces.
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