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OXFORD
REMINDS ME
of a very old person. It's wise and witty and full of great stories,
but also possessed of creaky joints and prolific nose hair.
This
place is straight out of Harry Potter (or the other way around).
We have castles, cathedrals, myths, ancient traditions. You name
it: robes, great halls, secret passages, chocolate frogs, gargoyles,
ghost stories, common rooms, St. Mungo. So much of my day-to-day
life feels like it's taken from a fantasy book. Instead of the houses
of Harry Potter, we have colleges, which are not academically oriented,
but the places where you live, eat and hang out. Magdalen, my college,
is the equivalent of Gryffindor. It is one of the oldest colleges
at Oxford and has the largest land holdings - several square miles,
and we even have a deer park.
I'm
working hard on my Ph.D. and trying to make the most of my time
here. I'm busy with my classes, my research in string theory and
my tutoring (lecturing) at various Oxford colleges (with names like
Exeter, Brasenose and Lady Margaret Hall). Unlike the large lecture
classes at public universities in the United States, we receive
the bulk of our instruction in small group meetings called tutorials.
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This
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