Finals pictures.
In the Oxford tradition a student wears a white carnation for their first exam of the year, a pink carnation for the following exams and a red carnation for the last exam. Given I only had one exam, I was able to go straight to a red carnation. D flat was supplied with carnations by our Geordie friend.
Before the exam, in the infamous D flat hallway. Notice the smiling, happy, optimistic faces, Ed in the background near wetting himself with joy while Kristin in the left foreground presents a bold smile despite the Pilgrimesque attire she is wearing. Unfortunately the photo doesn’t show her feet, clad in buckled black shoes, in the spirit of thanksgiving.
I exit the exam schools, intent on not tripping over the rough shod cobblestone road while the building looms menacingly over, having just spat out its most recent victim.
We walk down Merton street, our hair sprayed stiff in orange and pink hair spray paint, Ed clearly gloating over his exam success while I stare straight ahead, disgusted.
A student, caught in the headlights of a nasty exam.
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I’m sorry, that was the sound of me trying to remark on Kristin’s outfit.
Do the girls seriously have to wear that?
Yeah, the girls get a pretty raw deal as far as dressing for exams is concerned. As uncomfortable as it is for the guys to take an exam in a suit and bowtie, it is classy.
I think it’s Oxford’s way of saying “Modernity forced us to let girls into our school, but we’ll make them dress like idiots.”
being a redhead sucks, huh?
Funny you mention that, heather. They call it ‘ginger’ over here and the brits seriously do have a problem with it. A family of ‘gingers’ was told to dye their hair by the city council so they’d stop getting harassed (beat up, bullied at school). They moved multiple times and nothing changed.
What’s sadder is that i’m not even joking.
i don’t know if ’sadder’ is a word. Doesn’t sound right.
Life is treating us well, thanks! I’m new to blogging, but I really enjoy it. Don’t have any readers yet, though…
You must be stoked that finals are over? Are you going to be at Oxford again next year?
“the building looms menacingly over, having just spat out its most recent victim.”
Your imagery astounds me, Mr. Schaffner.
Simply stated: ” I have thee coolest brother ever” And ain’t nobody gonna fight me on that.