Oxford will make you smarter. Really, truly. Despite the upbeat nature of the university, the genuine happiness around the local pubs, and the lighthearted outdoor activity around New College Campus in this great weather; academia has a real, honest presence in this city. For example, every time I visit the library, it’s a noble struggle to find an available seat. Then, once I finally settle into a creaky wooden chair in the dusty, populated Classics room, my next thought is always, HOLY NUGGETS, every student in this room is surrounded by open books. Such scholarship. But seriously, how can people here
READ. SO. MUCH?
When I recall my pre-college education, I fondly reflect on the easiness of it all. When my high school teachers assigned readings from a textbook for homework, for me, that almost always meant, “Hooray! No homework!”
Here at Oxford? Practically every ounce of spare time I have is devoted to reading something. Shakespeare. Academic papers. Even the orientation packets come with articles that the program director insists we read. It’s utterly exhausting… yet undeniably motivating. That’s right; Oxford has lit a fire under my slacker-derrière. My brain is getting a serious workout.
One thing I expect when we’re all done with this program: we’re all going to have higher IQ’s when we leave.
So! Final thoughts on this week: If intelligence is at all contagious, and you’re looking to catch a smart-person-disease, come on over to Oxford.
***In other news, I went to Edinburgh this weekend. Pretty snazzy. Yes, sir. (Also, is it obvious I’m a fan of Panoramas?)