Novel & Cerita My Oxford Year

“What did you study?” “History.” I paused to take another, small sip. “I wrote my dissertation on English folklore. Supernatural legends, specifically.” “Is that so?” This seemed to have amused him for some reason, and I watched him curiously as he smiled widely at me. “I read Literature at Oxford. It seems that there is some overlap between our areas of study.” “Oxford?” I raised my eyebrows. “That’s… hard-core.” He laughed. “That’s one way of putting it, I suppose. The workload was intense, but my tutors were rigorous and I enjoyed my time there.”

Kingswood, 2019 Kingswood. I can't believe I'm finally back. Back for good, at least. I just graduated from The university of Oxford in England and I got myself a first class honours degree in marketing and finance. No one made it to my graduation. Not my mom. Not my boyfriend, Jace. Not my three best friends, Karla, Hannah and Riana. Though I chose to understand. The university is really far from The US so they all had valid reasons and it would inconvenience them and tamper with their schedule.

Lex ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Fuck." He muttered. Lex made his way to the classroom assigned for today's class. He seated himself down and his mind blurred. "Hey, I guess I am early." Lex turned to see Oliver entering his empty classroom. Lex sighed and remembered that he had asked Oliver, as a second-year student, to attend his class today. He usually started off this particular topic by choosing the most dedicated year two students to give the year ones a rundown of how he expected his presentations to be done.

, I say jokingly, and he gives me a stern look that breaks as soon as I offer him one of my biggest smiles. “What happened?” Dad asks, “Why were you screaming the house down?” he keeps asks as they both take a couple of steps into my room. “I got into Oxford University”, I say, and mum starts to cry immediately as dad walks to me with open arms, and I hug him tightly. “Oh baby, I am so proud of you”, dad says, kissing the top of my head. He is a lot taller than me; I am just a little bit taller than mum, a couple of inches, but that still makes dad tower over me.

I glanced up at him with a swoon and decided that he was most definitely that attractive. “Oh, I forgot to mention, love, Oxford has an open day in about a month’s time which I will be attending, Oxford Lit Alumni will be attending. I am hoping to pique one of the Alumni’s interests enough for them to mentor me.” I say, telling him about my day, and I see the warmth in his eyes. He nods. “I am sure you will pique all of their interests, love. I am so very proud of you.” He says and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead.

But it was. “Tyler’s in Oxford?” “He’s pursuing a master’s degree. He graduated one year earlier than the rest of us and got himself a scholarship. You went to Oxford too, right? You told me on the way here. Haven’t you ever met Ty there?” I shook my head. “Never.” I would’ve remembered if I had and I would’ve drilled him with questions about Autumn and their relationship. I would desperately try to find out whether I might still have a chance with her.

He was from Oxford! I repeat, the man who had seen me getting a man off in the office was from the prestigious Oxford university and not only was he from there but also the Vice Chancellor and I was apparently his new student! The hallways lacked silence as they were filled to the brim with students who looked like they lived in castles and drunk the finest wine that had been exported from France, their entire life! Nobody paid attention to me, as they either had their noses in a book, or their phones which I wasn’t complaining. I did not want any attention on me, that would have been nerve raking.

The warm spring breeze blows the clean white curtains, and her thoughts are lost in the old days. Lydia and Vince's encounter was quite dramatic. When they first started college, they were at their most rebellious. In order to rebel against the constraints of their families and experience the world, they both refused the universities and majors arranged by their parents and came to Oxford on scholarships. The British weather was sometimes annoying, but for the time being, they were free from the questioning, flattery and unkindness, and could finally enjoy college life incognito like everyone else.

The research facilities were unmatched, the alumni list was a who’s who of medical pioneers, and the programs were designed to push the limits of knowledge. Could I do this? Could I walk those halls, sit in those classrooms, and hold my own? A part of me wanted to close the tab with too much pressure, and too much expectation. But another part, the one that had fought so hard to get through med school the first time, refused to look away. I took a deep breath and moved on to the next tab. University of Oxford. The images of historic stone buildings and lush green quads greeted me. There was something timeless about Oxford, something almost magical. I could imagine myself walking those cobble

Author’s POV “Wow, I can’t fucking believe you are actually interested in going to the same school as me,” Mason said, unable to hide the raw shock in his voice. “When you have got a shit-ton of prestigious schools in England at your disposal, Oxford, Cambridge, Imperial, the whole damn list.” Amber watched the exchange silently, noting Cassie’s refined posture and sharp British accent that cut cleanly through the noise of the campus.