Life in the UK has not felt like the leisurely days of a Victorian romance novel, but rather like the long--fascinating but exhausting--life of MiddleMarch. I blame the delay and infrequency of travel--and blog posts-- on the intense demand of Oxford academia. Now that the term is done I am left with more time to update you on my whereabouts. I am backtracking from Jan 2009.
One of my first parties at college introduced me to what would become "my crew", my close group of fellow overseas students that I would travel with on weekends. But first, a weekend at Oxford and my first "Bop" ( I believe that term is still used in the U.S. by those who danced in the Fifties. Here at Oxford this term is not reminiscent of the good old days of pigtailed girls and bobbie socks. Nope, it's more like a good old American frat themed party (though much less fratty) with the inclusion of wacky costumes. The Brits keep Halloween to a day of ghosts and gore and use all other occasions as an excuse for "fancy dress" (dressing creatively) and lots of drinking.
My first introduction into this was our college Bop "SEH," for "St Edmund Hall." Students had to dress up as a thing that began with an "S": Shadow, Sheep, Superhero, Satan; "E":Edgar Allen Poe (me),; or "H": Homeless person, Harry Potter character, Hippie. What I love about these bops is it is not about being pretty or looking cool but rather how creative and/or silly one can be.
http://www.seh.ox.ac.uk/index.php?section=1
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