My Oxford Year Novels & Stories

"Can I give you a ride? He requested. "Sure." I didn't hesitate. "Hop in", he said, moving to the driver's seat. I got in and he did the same as I fastened my seat belt. He ignited the car engine and pulled out of the school's driveway. "Why did you move out of New York? I had always thought you were a fan of Oxford and you would go there for your Higher Education." I sighed. "Um yeah, I was supposed to go to Oxford." "What happened then?"

Lucy said. "My son is Twenty one,final year student in Oxford" Robert said and Lucy gasped. "Oxford?! That's my dream school" She said. "Don't worry,Kendall already told me everything,you should get ready to apply tomorrow,I will handle all" Robert said. "Oh my God!!! Thank you!!" Lucy dropped Pepper and hugged Robert. Kendall smiled brightly. "I told you,she have always wanted to go there" She said to Robert after the hug. "Feel free to ask me anything from now on,okay?" Robert said to her and she nodded quickly.

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.

“Your results haven’t even been released yet. And, when they are, you’ll get a 2.1, exactly like everyone else.” He was probably right. You had to fuck up super hard to get out of Oxford with anything less than a 2.2. But that led to a situation in which a lower pass was as good as an admission of failure anyway. “Even if I do get a 2.1, I won’t deserve it.” “It’s hardly an assessment of your moral character, Cole.” “But I got offered this incredible opportunity. And I squandered it.” Aiden sighed. She thought he was about to tell her to grow up and stop whining but, instead, he just drew her closer. “Oxford is only a university,” he murmured. “And there are many things besides the academic

It was my first day at Oxford University, London. I was greeted by the blissful environment and a lot of cheerful, but serious-minded faces around me. The flowers bloomed along the beautiful coal-tarred roads, lending credence to an enabling environment of academia. The environment was well sculpted and thoughtfully crafted to suit my every ounce of aesthetic sense. It was indeed a new world here, I thought. As I walked in, I was so elated. I was so happy to be a student here. I felt so blessed to be a student of the prestigious Oxford University. This was what I've always dreamt for. I drove my traveling bag along, with smiles plastered on my face.

"I already graduated from Harvard. I just wanted to learn from different institutions. Oxford wasn’t my first choice, but they offered me a generous scholarship. I couldn’t pass that up. I’ll only be here a year or two." "Oh? No boyfriend waiting back home?" she presses, her tone laced with judgment. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have trouble finding a man. Or maybe you’ve got a few. You Americans and your loose morals." I exhale sharply but keep my tone calm. "Abby," I say, meeting her gaze, "I’m not sure what I did to earn that attitude, but I don’t appreciate it. No, I don’t have a boyfriend, or a lineup of them waiting back home. I’m only eighteen, and I’ve never had one. I’ve been t

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.

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

My closest friend, in fact. “Go on,” I said, nudging him with my elbow. “The first time I studied at Oxford was something of a joke, actually, between myself and another vampire I was running with at the time,” he continued, with a little, nostalgic sigh that spoke of affection and warmth, the likes of which I wasn’t used to hearing come from Falmer’s mouth. “That was in the eighteen-hundreds, before the reform of the colleges. The thirties, perhaps? It’s all started to blur into one,” he grinned.

“Trust me, you are not getting anywhere near that prize list, little genius.” Asher had just returned home after finishing his graduation from the same boarding school Ashton was now headed to. It was no ordinary school; it was a space for gifted and elite minds, and though neither of the boys was technically born geniuses, their parents had pulled some serious strings to get them both in. Now nineteen, Asher was in his second year at Oxford University. He had decided on Europe instead of New York, saying something about liking the old cities and colder weather. His parents didn’t really argue as he had a mind of his own and always seemed to know what he wanted.