Wednesday, October 26, 2011

So, about this fencing lark

As I mentioned in my last post, I have taken up fencing! But before you get any ideas of me coming back from England wielding a sword and spouting witty repartees, please bear in mind that this is me that we're talking about, wholly uncoordinated me who manages to hit her own head while learning how to serve in tennis. Please remember that.

What I wish I looked like VS. What I actually look like.

Now, I do a beginner's foil lesson with the Oxford University Fencing Club (founded in 1891!) once a week. Each session last about 90 minutes and I invariably walk out of the cricket grounds (don't ask) exhausted, sweaty and thinking "OMG THAT IS SO COOL". Have I mentioned the exhausted and sweaty part? Because, wow, all that padding and protection sure make for a LOT of sweating. Which ends up back on said padding and protection again. It's like a vicious, smelly circle of sweat. (I'm not convinced they wash the equipment all that often either.)

As for the exhaustion, well, I'm not the most in shape person to start with, so I really, really feel all those footwork drills. Case in point: as I write this it's Wednesday evening and my legs are still dying from Sunday's session. Going up and down stairs has been...entertaining. For others to watch, that is. It feels even stranger because in fencing, one only does steps and lunges on one side, according to the sword arm. The end result is that not only I have different sore muscles in each leg, but I've been hobbling around Oxford like a limp limping thing for the last three days. I'm seriously considering pretending that I'm left-handed for the next practice.

The Iffley Sports Center, where my weekly self-tortures take place.

So in short: fencing is difficult and sweaty but I'm having tremendous fun. I will try to keep at it for as long as I can, so do be en garde about a whole slew of fencing-related (bad) puns coming your away. After all, you wouldn't want to foil my plan of (badly) punning away all year, now would you?

Monday, October 24, 2011

Que faire de son temps libre à Oxford*

(*Hah, ceci est une question piège, car clairement, vous n'aurez JAMAIS de temps libre à Oxford!)

Comme toute bonne école, Oxford regorge d'activités para-, inter- et pseudo-scolaires. Mais Oxford étant Oxford, tout se trouve intensifié et multiplié par un facteur de 10. Pour quelle autre raison une même université aurait-elle 25 organisations bénévoles avec plus ou moins la même mission, 15 groupes musicaux d'instruments à cordes, 3 clubs de dégustations de vin et une équipe de hockey sous-marin? Et sans oublier les nombreuses publications étudiantes (affiliées avec l'Université, par faculté, par collège, par domaine et les indépendantes) et les équipes de sports (pour tous les niveaux, de débutants à champions olympiques. Non je ne blague pas.)

Bref, la variété, il y en a ici. Pour aider les pauvres nouveaux étudiants pommés que nous sommes à nous orienter, l'Université---en association avec ses clubs, sociétés, groupes, associations, etc., organise l'annuel Fresher's Fair. Pensez à une foire étudiante, multipliez le nombre de kiosques par 10, puis imaginez que l'événement dure 3 jours, envahit l'entièreté du très joli Exam Schools et comporte des files d'attente, des wristbands par plage horaire et des commanditaires commerciaux qui vous garrochent pizza, cartes postales et portes-clés. Toute une production!


Envahissement du Exam Schools, effectivement...


La file faisait le tour de la rue...on s'aurait cru à un concert!

Une fois (finalement!) rentrée dans l'édifice, vos problèmes ne font que commencer. Des armées d'étudiants enthousiastes, charmants et beaucoup trop convaincants vous suivent d'une salle à une autre, brandissant pamphlets et feuilles d'inscription. J'ai moi-même découvert deux traits importants de ma personnalité cette journée-là: a) je cède terriblement facilement sous la pression de mes pairs; et b) je suis constitutionnellement incapable de mentir sous pression alors je n'ai jamais pensé à leur donner de faux noms ou de faux courriels. Ceci explique sûrement pourquoi je reçois en moyenne 60 courriels par semaine, venant entre autres:

*  des équipes d'escrime, de tir à l'arc, de kendo, de spéléologie et de dancesport (pour votre information je ne pratique aucun de ces sports et ne connaissais même pas ce qu'est le kendo...);
* des Oxford Singers, malgré le fait que je ne chante pas;
* de deux associations d'étudiants chinois, dont les courriels sont entièrement en chinois c.-à-d. incompréhensibles à mes yeux;
* de 3 sociétés cinématographiques, de 2 clubs juridiques et de 2 sociétés de débats, tous dont j'ai énormément de misère à distinguer les unes des autres;
* le club des athéistes/humanistes, la jazz society, le Doctor Who club, la société des jeux questionnaires, la history society et la Student Union, qui est toute une institution par elle-même!

Ouf. À part de me forcer à rigoureusement trier boîte à lettre, l'avantage de ces assauts de courriels est que j'ai pu m'adonner à de nombreuses activités que je n'aurai jamais pensé à essayer autrement. (Et oui, je suis maintenant membre de l'équipe d'escrime, niveau très très débutant!) Le grand désavantage, c'est que, eh ben, une journée n'a que 24 heures et que je passe la grande moitié de celles-ci à dormir ou à manger!

Je continue de paufiner ma routine oxfordienne et de rechercher ce fameux équilibre études-lecture-nourriture (on m'assure qu'il existe, en tout cas), mais je suis assez certaine de m'impliquer plus au moins dans les activités suivantes au cours de l'année: escrime (en garde!), débat et la history society. Si tout va bien, j'aimerais aussi ajouter des cours de natation, de danse, d'Allemand débutant et les conférences de la Student Union, mais on verra si mes capacités de gestion du temps sont à l'épreuve.

Bon, je vous laisse, je dois aller faire des courses pour enfin finir d'organiser le fouillis qu'est ma chambre. Ah! Voilà une autre activité que j'aurai dû inclure dans ma liste de choses à faire: comment maximiser le 4.5 mètres carrés de ma chambre et réduire l'apparence de claustrophobie. Vous pensez que je pourrai commencer un club avec ça?

Friday, October 21, 2011

One formal, two formals...

Yesterday was St-Hilda's first Non-Freshers Formal Hall of the term.  It was specifically for graduates too, meaning that we get to sit by subject with our college tutor (who doesn't necessarily teach any of us...) and wear our (graduate) gowns with our formal wear. There are three levels of dress codes at Oxford: formal (smart business), black tie (cocktail dresses/dinner jackets) and white tie (full-length dresses/white ties & tails). Therefore "formal hall" usually means formal dress + gowns, although some colleges which do formal hall weekly require only for the gown to be worn.

Sartorial lesson of the day: gowns and the weather will
render useless any cute outfit you put on.

The dinner itself was quite pleasant. We got served some stout English food by what appears to be volunteer undergrads (though the dessert was a very French-inspired lemon tart) and conversed about...well, a whole lot of random things, actually. Hilda's is known for being not very formal and its people generally easy-going; so far I have definitively felt both. I'm really happy with my college overall, actually. 

Our table of lawyers.

Then tonight I attended Merton's Formal Hall, courtesy of the History Society (one of the 4000 clubs and societies I managed to sign up for --- more on this another time). Christopher Wickham was giving a talk about feudalism and its instrumental use in understanding medieval history, and there was the possibility of dining with him and a few members of the Society beforehand. Free food and the chance to eat in a 13th-Century college? Count me in! 

Portraits, long wooden tables and college-crested dishware?
Very different from St-Hilda's indeed!

The vibe was most different from Hilda's as well. Much MUCH more formal, we were served by white-gloved waiters (not undergrads, hah) and the conversation was more polite dining table-talk than anything. (Although, the last one is probably due to the fact that I don't actually know anyone at Merton...) It was also grand and impressive on a whole other level. My master plan this year includes attending formal hall in as many colleges as possible...we'll see how it goes! 

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Une interlude parisienne

Monday night I snuck away to Paris for a quick overnight trip. Ostentatiously it was to retrieve the luggage I left there after last semester (coats, boots, books, etc.). Unofficially, of course, it was to indulge in some pseudo-Erasmus nostalgia and eat as much French food as humanly possible in less than 24 hours.

Paris la jolie. Ne change jamais!

From the moment I got off at Gare du Nord and stepped into the smelly rush hour metro, it all felt as if I never left. The people, the sights, the smells, the air...all was so dear and familiar to me. Elbowing commuters and rudeness and all.

But then again, I imagine that 800 year-old Gothic
cathedrals tend to not change very much over time...


The good parts of the trip: I got my luggage, saw my old neighbour C (who generously kept my luggage while I was gone), caught up with my friend C whom I hadn't seen in two years and was on exchange there (she also let me crash at her place for the night, yay!), had a proper (French) meal, had some real pains au chocolat, was wholly  nostalgic and duly appreciative of my wonderful time there.

The not-so-good parts: Parisians don`t help you with your luggage, even if you`re a small Asian girl trying to drag 25kg through the cursed escalator-less metro, and the trip back was a complete disaster (train was held back at the entrance of the Chunnel, had to brave London rush hour road and tube traffic, got lost trying to find my bus station near Baker Street, computer and cellphone ran out of battery).

I've missed meals like this! Steak tartare, charcuterie, fresh
 Parisian baguette and a 2 Euro glass of  Cote du Rhône. <3 

Anyway, it was overall a necessary and fruitful trip. My group of friends here and I are thinking of maybe organizing something in the springtime. (St-Hilda Hooligans take over Paris? Bring it on!) Also, the trip made me realize how easily I got un-used to traveling all the time. I guess last semester (6 months, 14 cities and 20-something train and plane rides) really was exceptional.

Another familiar sight: London St-Pancras Station.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Of Matriculation and sub fusc and...Hogwarts?

Matriculation: cérémonie formelle par laquelle on devient officiellement étudiant(e) de l'Université d'Oxford. Vestige d'un autre temps, elle implique un discours, quelques phrases en latin et un certain degré de pomp and circumstance.

Sub fusc: Officially, academic dress that must be worn at Matriculation and exams, among other events. Unofficially, an occasion to wear a gown and feel like you go to Hogwarts. Oh, and to become tourist attractions when walking in groups.

Yesterday, Saturday the 15th, was my Matriculation. I dressed up in sub fusc, joined my fellow about-to-be-matriculated Oxonians and stood for a few hours while getting a speech from the Vice-Chancellor in the Sheldonian Theatre. Par la suite, mes amis et moi avons décidé de jouer les touristes en sub fusc en visitant Magdalen et Christ Church. (It's amazing how the Porters think you to be students of their colleges when you wear sub fusc!)

Pictures and posing galore after the jump:

Good morning, have you put on your sub fusc today? 

Friday, October 14, 2011

At the Jurisprudence seminar today

* Prof. Gardner: " Tony sends his apologies. In his 60th year of teaching, he has forgotten when term actually begins so he is currently in Freiburg. But he will be here next week!"

* Prof. Gardner, some time later: " Some critics reproach Rawls, who is a very lovely fellow by the way..."

* Conversation between myself and the Porter at All Souls's College:

Me: Hi! I have a seminar in..er..the Wharton Room?
Porter: Go straight, turn right, past the Big Quad and in the second tower.

Pray tell, kind sir, which of these towers is the second one??
(By the way, all the pictures are clickable. So click for bigger!) 

Thursday, October 13, 2011

My humble abode

While at Oxford, this is what I call home:

25 Alma Place, if you want to stalk and/or write to me.
The house is owned by my College, St-Hilda`s (more on the College system another time) and shared by myself and 5 fellow Hilda graduate students. We`re 4 girls and 2 guys, 3 master and 3 doctorate candidates, all in different fields. (We think that we'd make a pretty kick-ass pub quiz team!) We all get along very well, especially the three new Oxonians: J, an Englishman who's doing a D.Phil in Organic Chemistry; A, a German-who-studied-in-France vying for a master's in history; and myself, well...you know. The house is fairly cosy and sadly lacks a living room, but our kitchen is decent and we have a backyard! Now if only we could have more than ONE shower and ONE fridge for all six of us, I'd be even happier...

Our backyard, complete with half-rotten apple tree and neglected greenery.
Our yard is actually connected to our neighbour 25A's: also fellow graduate Hildabeasts. We hang out a lot and had a BBQ in their part of the yard last Sunday; t'was great fun!

As for my room...well, I actually have two rooms. Which is probably a blessing in disguise, but let me tell you that I was NOT happy to only find out about the split-room arrangement once I got here. I have a teeny tiny bedroom on one end of the 2nd floor, and a considerably larger study on the other side. (I think I'm meant to get my priorities straight this way?) I keep going back and forth, but Lordie, the floor creaks like you wouldn`t believe. I feel

My bedroom. It is TINY.

My study, which has considerably more space and...furniture, huh.
 Most of my furniture is quite old and my walls are in bad need of a fresh coat of paint (too many generations of student putting up posters), but it`s functional and clean. I guess it's charming in a slightly decrepit and shabby-chic-with-leftover-curtains-from-the-70s kind of way?

I quite like the area where we are living too. St-Hilda is known as being relatively "far" from the center of the city, being on the other side of Madgalen Bridge. (By "far", I mean that it takes me less than 20 minutes to walk to the Rad Cam.)  It's also relatively "new" for an Oxford college, being "only" 118 years young and doesn`t have extremely large grounds. The consequence of all this is that almost all the graduate students live in houses like mine, dotted around Cowley and Iffley Roads and owned by the College. This part of the city is less historical and more residential, so it actually feels like we`re living in the actual city of Oxford, as opposed to to its museum-like center. There`s also roughly 5 cafés, 10 pubs and 50 eateries within 5 minutes of where I live, so hey, I'm pretty happy.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Why I'm officially here

J'aimerai tant dire que je suis à Oxford pour profiter des paysages pittoresques et assimiler un accent "posh" anglais, mais la (triste? ennuyeuse?) réalité est que je suis ici pour étudier et, si tout se passe bien, décrocher une maîtrise. (Avec un peu de chance, je deviendrai plus intellegente aussi!)

Le programme que j'effectue est une maîtrise d'un an dite "taught", versus de "research", qui s'intitule Magister Juris. En d'autres mots, j'ai dû choisir 4 cours parmi une sélection d'environ une vingtaine, et ces 4 cours je suivrai tout au long de l'année académique avec des évaluations à la fin. Si je réussis toutes mes évaluations (50% to pass, 70% for a distinction), j'aurai l'honneur d'ajouter les lettres "MJur" après mon nom. Chaque cours contient habituellement un mélange de "lectures" (plus ou moins des cours magistraux), de "seminars" (cours donnés selon la méthode socratique) et de "tutorials" (sessions ultra intenses avec un tuteur et  2-3 étudiants portant sur des points précis du syllabus). Tous nécessitent des tonnes et des tonnes de lectures. (My neighbour L, an American graduate student, thinks that's why it's called reading for a degree here, hah.) Les "tutorials" sont aussi l'occasion pour les étudiants de préparer des dissertations qui seront évaluées et discutées avec leur tuteur. J'aborderai en détail chaque type d'enseignement à fur et à mesure que je les (sur)vis.

The course selection process was long and rife with indecision. As an MJur student, I had quite the choice. La faculté a organisé des "taster lectures" lors de la première semaine, ie. 0th Week (et oui on fonctionne par semaine ici!), ce qui n'a fait qu'empirer mon hésitation et ma frustration. Comment allais-je combiner mes cours? Est-ce que je regretterai de ne pas avoir pris un certain cours? Est-ce que j'avais suffisamment d'intérêt pour consacrer quelques centaines d'heures à une matière? I'm not saying that it drove me to drink (correlation is not causation!), but my final choice was made following a night out at the College bar and one of the local nightclubs... It was as follows:

* Jurisprudence and Political Theory: Legal philosophy and theory, oy vey! I considered not taking this class over and over again (so intense! so much reading! so intense!), but I'm fairly sure that I would regret not taking this course while being at the mother lode of jurisprudence. Hart and Dworkin taught here! Raz and Finnis might teach a few classes this year! The workload is intense, with 3 seminars per week and the evaluation is 3 self-researched essays during Easter vacation. So if I stop giving sign of life anytime soon, it's because I'm buried under a pile of The Concept of Law and A Theory of Justice.

* Law in Society: Sociologie du droit, en gros. Beaucoup de seminars, encore plus de conférences et de colloques "facultatifs" organisé par le Centre for Socio-Legal Studies, le tout culminant en un examen de 3 heures à livres fermés (which is the norm, around here) à la fin de l'année. Plusieurs des lectures recoupent avec celles de Jurisprudence (Dworkin, Hart, etc.), which is to be expected, avec des touches de Fuller, Weber et Durkheim. Should be fun!

* Principles of Financial Regulation: Given by the Law Faculty in collaboration with the Saïd Business School. I'll have to brush up on my Finance knowledge, but I got sucked in by the international finance aspect as well as the theoretical-vs-practical regulation content. The course only starts in Hilary Term (ie. after Christmas vacation), thank the Lord, which will give me more time to focus on Jurisprudence in the meantime.

* Comparative and European Corporate Law: Un cours d'approche comparative (yay!) portant sur le droit des sociétés américain (Delaware), anglais et allemand. Bref, trois systèmes dont je ne connais presque rien mais extrêmement intéressants. Il y aura un mélange de "lectures" et de "seminars", ce qui fait bien mon affaire. Une année de droit sans cours magistraux, surtout après Paris?? Inconcevable!

Bon, voilà de quoi a l'air mon cursus académique pour cette année. You can expect a lot of moaning about reading lists (all classes), me being totally lost in class (mostly Jurisprudence), lack of inspiration for essays (mostly Jurisprudence) and a lot of random quotes and exclamations (all classes). And to thank you for reading through this lengthy piece of drivel, here's a picture:

Things one learns at Oxford: Sundials don't adjust for Daylight Saving!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Bonjour et bienvenue

Hello hello! Après des semaines de suspense et de procrasination, voici enfin mon blog sur ma vie à Oxford. Voilà!

Si vous êtes en train de lire ceci, alors vous savez sûrement déjà que je suis présentement en train d'effectuer une maîtrise en droit à Oxford. J'espère par ce blog pouvoir partager avec vous toutes expériences oxfordiennes, qu'il s'agisse de mon cursus académique ou de mes découvertes culinaires au Tesco du coin de la rue.

Je vais aussi essayer d'insérer le plus de photos possibles, mais je vous avertis en avance que 99% d'elles auront un ciel grisâtre et pluvieux. Ah, good ol' English weather.

Ah oui, et j'écrirai majoritairement dans un mélange de français et d'anglais (ie. FRANGLAIS), mais je tâcherai de garder mes écrits compréhensibles le plus possible.

Bon, assez bavardé. Welcome to my blog and have a good read!

-- Votre aventurière Zeta