My Oxford Year Novels & Stories

The club was hot and sticky. Only an hour ago it changed from a decent pub into a nightclub. Usually I'm out of here before the switch happens but with my thesis turned in, I had to celebrate. Oxford, England has been my home for the last few months. I was ending my educational chapter with a bang. How many students from the USA get to say they had graduated from Oxford?! Graduating with a degree from Oxford University is crucial for me to get the high paying, eventually C-suite, job in New York City.

Today is the day, I'm trying to show that the nerves aren't getting to me but hell I'd be lying if I wasn't shitting myself with the fact I am being introduced to the business world again after disappearing 2 years ago. I disappeared to London the moment my senior year was finished, trying to get away from my toxic family and just my toxic life in general. I've always wanted to go to England to sightsee and I was able to have the chance and I took it with both arms the moment it was announced that I got a scholarship to Oxford. Yes, a prestige school but I'm nothing but prestige in my family’s eyes.

I was always the quiet one. The one who went unnoticed in the middle of the crowd. I wanted to be. There was no need for me to stand out other than having the best grades in class. Making out and showing off were not on my ‘to do’ list. My ‘to do’ list had peculiar things for a 17-year-old. Get the Oxford Scholarship. Graduate in Medicine. Get as far from this place as soon as possible. Get as far from this place as soon as possible.

As we all are about to step back down to give way for people to come in and take a tour of the place, a reporter and cameraman run over to Raymond and me. "Hello ma'am, I'm Sonia Daniels from Feed The Truth News Channels. Would you mind me asking a few questions? "She questions and I look up at Raymond before answering. "Uhm, yeah, sure. What about? " "Ma'am according to our sources, you are the best graduating student of the Oxford University in the year 2016 in the Business Administration field, and you came out with a first-class degree. "She says and I smile. This for long has been something I take huge pride in.

Their looks alone make the old students drool over them immediately,, 👄 What are they?? 👄 I think they are new,,ive never seen people as hot as this in Oxford 👄 They look so classic Michael removed his sunglasses cutely and brushed his hair backward with his finger,,, as usual he was already gaining attention “ Bad for them it’s only you I want ” He whispered to Lisa who chuckled They all stand still in front of the school ,,OXFORD was boldly written in front of it,,,, “ Hey Michael,what do you think about the billboard?? ” Hazel asked and he smiled

Stephanie disclosed. "How lovely." commented Anna. "I'll change before he comes." she said and ran upstairs. "Anna changes outfits five or more times in a day." Stephanie said. "She's too young to be a final year student. I mean it's unbelievable that she is in her final year." Trevor said. "How old is she?" I asked. "Twenty." Stephanie replied. "She went to Oxford at sixteen." "Wow!" I exclaimed. "That's impressive." "And guess what? She's pursuing a first-class grade." Stephanie boasted. "My goddaughter is making me proud."

Abella replied enthusiastically, already intrigued by the historical grandeur of the university. While Estelle went to meet her cousin, Abella took her time admiring the beauty of the Oxford campus. She had always loved the elegance of its architecture. Its ancient stone buildings stand proudly, ivy creeping along their walls, and students walk with books tucked under their arms. It was just like the movies that she had watched.

CORA'S POV Is this some kind of joke? I mean, why's Oliver Hart sitting before me? Last time I checked, we never spoke a word to each other even though we took a course in the University together. Now, who's Oliver Hart? Oliver Hart and I schooled at the famous Oxford university. He was a random colleague I never had conversations with. I didn't know much about him other than him being a popular dude amongst the girls that year, well obviously because of his goodlooks. The girls did refer to him as a 'hunk' then and I also learned he was great with pencils and ink.

There was more to life than orgasms. If the students could focus on their studies, they would get more out of life. The library had real knowledge. The collective wisdom of mankind. It was all here at their fingertips. They weren't getting it in class. It was all about making sure they could function, barely, as an adult. The world was getting dumber. I read about how a group of current Oxford professors couldn't pass the entrance exam for an Oxford student from the early 1900s. What a sad indictment on what we were educating our students. No real history. No logic. No philosophy.

For someone who lived in Spain for a long time, he didn’t have an accent but it explained why most of his dishes were Spanish "So, which university did you attend? You know, almost everyone here went to Stanford" she asked "Unfortunately, I don't fall into that category, I attended Oxford" he smiled She placed her hands over her mouth in surprise. Getting into Oxford was like a big deal to most parents. You had to be a bookworm or your parents had to be rich in order to get you in. "That's surprising" "Each time I tell people I went to Oxford, worked at one of the biggest newspaper company and decided to quit because I wasn't feeling it, they looked at me like I'm stupid. You're the only one