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Hilary 2001
Am attempting to finish writing my reminiscenes of Oxford - this is going to be long and waffley, and it certainly isn't finished now - I'll let you know when it is.
I suppose this was one of the most 'normal' terms I had in Oxford. It got off to a reasonable start with me getting 2.1s on both my contract and trusts collections and getting an academic prize for this.
We did tort and half of jurisprudence that term. I liked juris a lot - particularly because the law faculty was trying out a series of syndicated lectures to cover the core material which coincided quite nicely with what we were studying. This meant that when I came to read the materials for writing the essays I already had something of a handle on what was going on.
Tort I also liked, though there was rather a lot of reading to it. My first or second tort essay was the only essay I ever did where I got an alpha.
It was during this term that the large/medium sized city firms started coming to give presentations in Oxford, and we all started applying for vacation placements.
I took on the responsibility of the weekly Tesco order for the house - there being eleven of us it was much more sensible to have our shopping delivered once a week than for people to have to keep going out to bring milk/bread (56 pints of milk and 13 loaves of bread was the standard order).
I'd got a grip on the charities stuff - after being VP, I found this role straightforward and was willing to do more than the minimum. RAG wanted each College to hold an event to raise money. I looked through the ideas I'd been given and decided that a slave auction was the way to go (no offence is intended by the use of this term).
I persuaded people to become slaves and had permission to hold it in both the bar and JCR so that if there weren't many people interested we could do it in the bar where people couldn't help but watch. I got some friendly people armed with buckets to collect the money, asked Dave to compere for me (I know my strengths and that's not one of them!), put plastic sheeting in the corner of the JCR and bought squirty cream/custard.
It was a great night - I'll admit there was a bit of luck to it in addition to all the planning though. Jim had to get a nipple pierced, El Presidente Chris was sent to the LGB ball in a dress, Andrew had several custard pies thrown at him and we made over £500.
ISTR being left alone to do the tidying though - that literally involved washing parts of the floor since we'd moved the chair Andrew was sitting on further forward so he could be seen and that meant custard stuff got everywhere. When all's said and done that event was *mine* - everyone I'd asked to help had done what they'd been asked to do, but no more, which was a shame. I'm not really making a fuss - it didn't take that long to sort and it *did* occur to me that I should have bought some slaves to help me with it:-) it was just so terribly lonely. I left the money with the porters and went home to sleep.
Ox Stu article
Also in the Ox Stu I saw an advert for Freshers' Fair Organisers - I loved Oxford and I really liked the idea of coming back in September, but at this stage I was in self-deprecating mode and I didn't apply - though I did speak to Heenal (then on OUSU Exec and in the know about these things) about it who assured me I could do it.
This was the term that Heenal, Sacha and various others occupied the Bod in the name of campaigning against fees - which managed to upset the whole house because they borrowed my telly.
I suppose this was one of the most 'normal' terms I had in Oxford. It got off to a reasonable start with me getting 2.1s on both my contract and trusts collections and getting an academic prize for this.
We did tort and half of jurisprudence that term. I liked juris a lot - particularly because the law faculty was trying out a series of syndicated lectures to cover the core material which coincided quite nicely with what we were studying. This meant that when I came to read the materials for writing the essays I already had something of a handle on what was going on.
Tort I also liked, though there was rather a lot of reading to it. My first or second tort essay was the only essay I ever did where I got an alpha.
It was during this term that the large/medium sized city firms started coming to give presentations in Oxford, and we all started applying for vacation placements.
I took on the responsibility of the weekly Tesco order for the house - there being eleven of us it was much more sensible to have our shopping delivered once a week than for people to have to keep going out to bring milk/bread (56 pints of milk and 13 loaves of bread was the standard order).
I'd got a grip on the charities stuff - after being VP, I found this role straightforward and was willing to do more than the minimum. RAG wanted each College to hold an event to raise money. I looked through the ideas I'd been given and decided that a slave auction was the way to go (no offence is intended by the use of this term).
I persuaded people to become slaves and had permission to hold it in both the bar and JCR so that if there weren't many people interested we could do it in the bar where people couldn't help but watch. I got some friendly people armed with buckets to collect the money, asked Dave to compere for me (I know my strengths and that's not one of them!), put plastic sheeting in the corner of the JCR and bought squirty cream/custard.
It was a great night - I'll admit there was a bit of luck to it in addition to all the planning though. Jim had to get a nipple pierced, El Presidente Chris was sent to the LGB ball in a dress, Andrew had several custard pies thrown at him and we made over £500.
ISTR being left alone to do the tidying though - that literally involved washing parts of the floor since we'd moved the chair Andrew was sitting on further forward so he could be seen and that meant custard stuff got everywhere. When all's said and done that event was *mine* - everyone I'd asked to help had done what they'd been asked to do, but no more, which was a shame. I'm not really making a fuss - it didn't take that long to sort and it *did* occur to me that I should have bought some slaves to help me with it:-) it was just so terribly lonely. I left the money with the porters and went home to sleep.
Ox Stu article
Also in the Ox Stu I saw an advert for Freshers' Fair Organisers - I loved Oxford and I really liked the idea of coming back in September, but at this stage I was in self-deprecating mode and I didn't apply - though I did speak to Heenal (then on OUSU Exec and in the know about these things) about it who assured me I could do it.
This was the term that Heenal, Sacha and various others occupied the Bod in the name of campaigning against fees - which managed to upset the whole house because they borrowed my telly.