By The class of 2012

It’s hard to believe that my first term at Oxford is nearly over — or rather, that a ninth of my degree is done, which is more than a little terrifying. Since my last post I have encountered highs, lows, and an unprecedented quantity of Sanskrit to boot.

After lots of training and splashing around on the Isis in the early hours, the St John’s women’s novice A’s have become a great team as well as close friends. We’ve battled through two competitions so far this term, the most recent being Nepthys, from which we came away as modest semi-finalists. As I write this, Christ Church Regatta is still to come, so hopes are running high and I’m very excited. I had a wonderful time rowing this term as it has really given me something to focus on outside my studies, earned me good friends and has got me very fit.

I am loving my course so far, too, and have learned so much already; in six weeks our class has gone from not knowing an ounce of Sanskrit to being able to work through pages of epic poetry. I couldn’t be happier with the quality of the teaching or resources available, to the point where I feel quite at home in the Oriental Institute library now. Seeing how far I have come with my work in such a short period of time has been a great experience. I won’t lie: it has been incredibly hard work. There have been some very late nights and long library sessions, but the feeling and knowledge you get out of it at the end is definitely worth it.

Between the studying and classes, my college and the university have put on a number of events I have thoroughly enjoyed, including the St. John’s fireworks display, the Kendrew Chamber Music Concert, plenty of Centre for Hindu Studies lunches, Women’s Lunches, bops, Arts Week and so much more that I lose track. I’m also looking forward to my first Oxmas at the end of this November. With so many clubs, events and guest speakers on offer, it is virtually impossible to be bored in Oxford.

All of which probably didn’t help when, unfortunately, I got the flu last week, and everything came to a crashing halt. The friends I’ve made this term took very good care of me, though, and the tutors were so considerate. Forced to rest for a few days, I quickly realised how amazingly fast paced Oxford is: though it takes a lot of effort to study here, if you put the hard work in you get so much out of it. Of course I’m looking forward to going home to see my family of Christmas — but, I have to admit, I really can’t wait for Hilary.