Well, I've matriculated. It involved getting up at seven thirty in the morning, stumbling bleary-eyed through Oxford at the crack of dawn and best of all, being photographed mercilessly by the tourists up for the weekend, who clearly couldn't believe their luck at this genuine Oxford tradition (tm). It was wonderful, actually; I didn't mind the sub fusc or the cold walk to the Sheldonian or anything. Again, part of something; it was surreal and amazing to walk down Broad Street in full sub fusc and be shouted at in Latin. I am now a part of the university as well as Balliol.
Anyway, the pictures! I'm far too tired to do anything to these beyond upload them, so no cropping no matter how sensible that would be.
Firstly, I give you me in full sub fusc. The outfit in full consists of a white shirt, black skirt, black tights and black commoners' gown. The black ribbon goes around your neck and no-one has any idea how it's supposed to be tied. The men wear a white bow tie instead of the ribbon.

There is also a black mortar board that you never, ever wear unless you want to be at least fined and at most sent down. It is not for the likes of undergraduates such as us. It gets carried and nothing more. And you keep your pens in it come exam time.
Next, looking out from the hall into the garden quad. A mess of penguin colours.

They were doing the collgeges in batches, so we queued up on New College Lane, beneath the Bridge of Sighs. From left: me, Claire, Patricia and Liya.

And outside the Sheldonian we queued some more:
But it was worth it in the end. The inside of the Sheldonian, which I probably won't see again until I graduate, looked absolutely beautiful in the early morning light-

-and afterwards, when we'd listened to the Latin service and the Vice-chancellor's speech, it all seemed like a dream. Ignoring the sub fusc, of course. Afterwards came the hideously unhealthy pantry breakfast, which we all partook in-

-and a sudden realisation that we had to fill the rest of the day. I took the advice I was given and gave up on work for the day. Instead, I went out to the University Parks and walked and walked and walked. I managed to walk the length of the Parks and through to Marston. I did find the Cherwell-

-which, while not being the sea, was worth the journey. My camera is so nice to have with me, finally; I can show you all my lovely surroundings, and so I took the opportunity today to take lots of pictures in and around the college.
Here we have Balliol seen from Broad Street, with all the bikes rusting elegantly in the foreground:

The sum defences against the tourists:

The garden quad, usually called the back quad, facing towards the JCR:

Towards the front quad:

My room! Well, my attic. (The flowers are from the very wonderful
lady_of_asheru. I bought a jar to put them in and so they no longer languish in a bucket.)

My brand of decoration. Send me postcards and you, too, can contribue to this bastion of marvellousness.

The view of the Ashmolean. I have a porthole! It is amazing. It is also the only window you can recognise from street level.

The drawback, of course, is that I live very high up:

But all in all, life is okay here. Better than it was a couple of days ago, although I'm sure I shall begin to despair again when logic kicks in at the beginning of next week. So I will leave you with my favourite photo of the bunch. This sign was found stuck to the tumble dryer.

People here are crazy, I tell you.
Okay, bedtime.
Anyway, the pictures! I'm far too tired to do anything to these beyond upload them, so no cropping no matter how sensible that would be.
Firstly, I give you me in full sub fusc. The outfit in full consists of a white shirt, black skirt, black tights and black commoners' gown. The black ribbon goes around your neck and no-one has any idea how it's supposed to be tied. The men wear a white bow tie instead of the ribbon.

There is also a black mortar board that you never, ever wear unless you want to be at least fined and at most sent down. It is not for the likes of undergraduates such as us. It gets carried and nothing more. And you keep your pens in it come exam time.
Next, looking out from the hall into the garden quad. A mess of penguin colours.

They were doing the collgeges in batches, so we queued up on New College Lane, beneath the Bridge of Sighs. From left: me, Claire, Patricia and Liya.

And outside the Sheldonian we queued some more:
But it was worth it in the end. The inside of the Sheldonian, which I probably won't see again until I graduate, looked absolutely beautiful in the early morning light-

-and afterwards, when we'd listened to the Latin service and the Vice-chancellor's speech, it all seemed like a dream. Ignoring the sub fusc, of course. Afterwards came the hideously unhealthy pantry breakfast, which we all partook in-

-and a sudden realisation that we had to fill the rest of the day. I took the advice I was given and gave up on work for the day. Instead, I went out to the University Parks and walked and walked and walked. I managed to walk the length of the Parks and through to Marston. I did find the Cherwell-

-which, while not being the sea, was worth the journey. My camera is so nice to have with me, finally; I can show you all my lovely surroundings, and so I took the opportunity today to take lots of pictures in and around the college.
Here we have Balliol seen from Broad Street, with all the bikes rusting elegantly in the foreground:

The sum defences against the tourists:

The garden quad, usually called the back quad, facing towards the JCR:

Towards the front quad:

My room! Well, my attic. (The flowers are from the very wonderful

My brand of decoration. Send me postcards and you, too, can contribue to this bastion of marvellousness.

The view of the Ashmolean. I have a porthole! It is amazing. It is also the only window you can recognise from street level.

The drawback, of course, is that I live very high up:

But all in all, life is okay here. Better than it was a couple of days ago, although I'm sure I shall begin to despair again when logic kicks in at the beginning of next week. So I will leave you with my favourite photo of the bunch. This sign was found stuck to the tumble dryer.

People here are crazy, I tell you.
Okay, bedtime.
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on 2005-10-15 08:26 pm (UTC)I doubt I could ever, EVER get in I'll end up going to some backwater pond somewhere but anywho.
Am going to dig out some of the library postcards and send en masse!
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on 2005-10-15 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-15 08:57 pm (UTC)I like your pics, especially the spontaneous combustion one, and the Bridge of Sighs (my college - yay!!) I wandered round today feeling ever so slightly jealous of the matriculating freshers; it's all still to come for them...nice weather you had for it, too.
Which other colleges did you matriculate with?
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on 2005-10-15 09:06 pm (UTC)Send me postcards! Did you get the one I sent you?
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on 2005-10-15 09:07 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2005-10-15 09:10 pm (UTC)Hey, you're at Hertford? I know one fresher there -
I'm not sure - I think Magdalen was one, and there would have been one other, but I don't know which.
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on 2005-10-15 09:37 pm (UTC)Oh, and if you want to see the Sheldonian again, just go to a concert or public lecture - there's something on two or three nights a week. Incidentally, did you notice the ceiling panels are missing? They're usually blue and covered in paintings of clouds and cherubs and things, but a year or so ago, someone noticed the roof was about to collapse, so they had to shore it up and take the ceiling away for repair. Must have been fun getting thirty-foot panels over the railings...
:)
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on 2005-10-15 10:31 pm (UTC)*squees some more at the beauty of it all*
Glad things seem to be going better. Kick logic back!
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on 2005-10-15 10:52 pm (UTC)There is a rather amusing Wallace and Gromit postcard in the library rack. It's got stickers!
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on 2005-10-15 11:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-16 12:04 am (UTC)Did you matriculate at the same time as us, first it the morning? I think it was Univ, Merton and Balliol first, people did mexican waves! :D
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on 2005-10-16 12:11 am (UTC)Also, if you send me your mailing address, I'll send you a postcard or three.
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on 2005-10-16 03:53 am (UTC)A friend of mine is there studying history (
Would you like some postcards from NZ to add to your wall?
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on 2005-10-16 08:40 am (UTC)Hee. Logic is still causing me pain.
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on 2005-10-16 08:42 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-16 08:43 am (UTC)I did, yes. Univ, Merton and Balliol sounds like they did them in order of foundation!
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on 2005-10-16 08:44 am (UTC)My mailing address. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/loneraven/449732.html) I would love some postcards. *g*
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on 2005-10-16 08:47 am (UTC)Oh, wow, that's cool. Which college is she at? (I wonder if I've run into her at all.)
That would be amazing, thank you! I'll send you my postal address.
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on 2005-10-16 08:51 am (UTC)xx
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on 2005-10-16 09:11 am (UTC)Do you have a landline telephone in your attic? (I'm wondering how easy calling you is.)
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on 2005-10-16 09:50 am (UTC)I am Kirsty, in Slytherin, from Magdalen!!!!
*dances for random, unrealised meetings*
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on 2005-10-16 10:02 am (UTC)Postal addresses certainly help with the directing of postcards.
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on 2005-10-16 10:21 am (UTC)LJ, she eats my BRAIN!
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on 2005-10-16 10:22 am (UTC)I do indeed, and I'll email you the number. I can't make outgoing calls, but it's an ordinary local rate number in all other respects.
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on 2005-10-16 10:24 am (UTC)Indeed they do! Watch this space. :)
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on 2005-10-16 10:28 am (UTC)How is it decided which college you go to, anyway?
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on 2005-10-16 10:45 am (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-16 10:51 am (UTC)Except, I think, more prestigious and cooler than the four or so which cater for my uni.
Do students at Oxford ever just go flatting? Or is living in a college more common?
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on 2005-10-16 01:53 pm (UTC)Your room and general living-space looks utterly beautiful, you lucky thing. [cuddles] Glad you're feeling a bit better.
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on 2005-10-16 02:24 pm (UTC)And how DAMNED AWFUL my gown is.
I am going to come and see you now if I have to WALK.
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on 2005-10-16 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-16 03:01 pm (UTC)Heee. I'm glad you're feeling better, too! :)
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on 2005-10-16 03:11 pm (UTC)The best bit is college stereotypes - ie, Christ Church are snobby, Magdalen are stuffy, Jesus are Welsh, Wadham and Balliol are
gaygayGAYsocially progressive, Oriel are very conservative, etc, etc. Some stereotypes are more accurate than others. :)In my second year, I'll have to get a flat. I'll still be a Balliol student, just living out. Whether you have to live away from college at some point usually depends on which college it is. Most people live out for one year of a three year course.
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on 2005-10-16 03:13 pm (UTC)And I definitely want to see the infamous gown. *grin* Come and see me. We will eat ice-cream and bitch about rich kids. :)
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on 2005-10-16 05:42 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-16 06:52 pm (UTC)I never had to contend with homesickness in the same way (I grew up in Cambridge and went to college here, so could cycle down the hill to my mum's anytime I wanted to) but living in one place does ruin you for living anywhere else (when I worked in Leeds for two years I was the only poncy southerner I met, and HATED EVERY MOMENT of it).
One good thing about Oxbridge is the terms are so short! (Plus...no one ever really DOES all that work...!!)
Hugs
Sxxx
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on 2005-10-17 03:05 am (UTC)(I do mean to send you a postcard; just need to find a spare moment. I just got yours from Egypt, too, and laughed out loud about your staring contest with the Sphinx.)
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on 2005-10-17 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-17 03:19 pm (UTC)Ooh, I never thought of the poncy southerner point of view! That sounds painful.
Ah, yes, short terms in which they pack everything including the kitchen sink! I suspect I'll be much more grateful for them in December. :)
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on 2005-10-17 03:20 pm (UTC)(Oh, yay, it got there! I was so afraid it had got lost by now.)
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on 2005-10-17 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2005-10-17 04:03 pm (UTC)The outfit doesn't look comfortable and yours looks like it didn't quite fit right. Does it pinch as much as it looks like it would?
Random wandering geekophile thought: Harry Potter.
I like the room, it looks cozy.
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on 2005-10-17 10:19 pm (UTC)It looks a little peculiar because mine was an open-necked shirt that I had to pin for the ribbon to be tied correctly. It's actually a much more comfortable ensemble than it looks.
Eee, Harry Potter. Sadly Balliol didn't play host to any of the film shooting, but the Bodleian did, and the great hall, which is like ours in most particulars, was filmed at Christ Church. Hogwarts is basically Oxford. :)
Ah, I love my room. It will be especially cosy when it begins to snow, which I'm informed it will do. :)