The wind is howling again, the rain is spitting again and that streetlight on Iffley Road is shining through into my room again. I've endured a nine-and-a-half hour flight that took off forty-five minutes late, spent another forty-five minutes waiting for my luggage at Heathrow, another fifteen minutes to get out of Terminal 3, another hour-and-fifteen by bus to St. Clement's and another half-an-hour unpacking. Tomorrow, the reading resumes. It might even be a relief.
Also, United 4 Scunthorpe 0. Who's your daddy now?
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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St Hilda's College, which was originally for women only, was the last of Oxford's single sex colleges. It has admitted both men and women since 2008. Luck You!!
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