Novel & Cerita My Oxford Year

“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.

Oliver James was a senior at my university. I remembered him from my first year, when I was scrambling for every penny to stay enrolled and he was gliding through his final year like he owned the world. The rumors about him being transferred from some prestigious university abroad to here followed him. His reasons were that he preferred home.

She pinched Silea to notify her. Owen.. We are in the same University.. He is our 2 years senior.. Final year already.. I wouldn't have applied for this university if it wasn't for him.. I wanted to apply for Harvard.. But when Owen told me to stay back and study with him in the same university, I didn't follow my dreams and stayed behind.. Only for him..

Oxford had been on my list for some time, after Cambridge, Durham, Edinburgh, and London, not to mention the brief Atlantic detour to Harvard and Yale. Each university promised something new, yet they all collapsed into the same shape in the end. Stone walls, clever mouths, sharp ambition dressed up as brilliance. Centuries passed. The pattern did not change.