chronicles

 Waiting for my friends who have extra spending money to come home from bars and school formals.

In the meantime, feel free to read my last column EVER for The Hilltop Monitor, my college’s newspaper. Here’s an excerpt:

“’I mean, I’m not that sentimental…’” I said a couple of weeks ago at Harry’s in Westport.  A certain editor-in-chief (we’ll call her Shtara Shmoreland) and I were celebrating Colloquium Day and Night of Honors with a few drinks in Kansas City, and I was trying to gauge whether the tall and handsome young man who had stolen my water was legitimately from England as he asked about my thoughts on college graduation. 

I wasn’t convinced that his accent was legitimate, but nonetheless my mind, slightly unhinged with the help of tequila and gin, couldn’t help but return to Cambridge, England, where I spent my junior year abroad. I remembered my three best girlfriends and our over-the-top planning for themed College bops (my choice to spend money on a neon pink wig for our “rave” was solid), the aptly-named Suicide Sunday spent drinking Strongbow in Jesus Green in May sunshine at 2 p.m., and the multiple day trips I took to London, pleased to be alone and lost and falling in love with such a winding hodgepodge of a city. “

To read the rest, click here.

allthingseurope:

Cambridge, UK (by frscspd)

Remember when this was a part of my daily commute to get to lectures and supervisions in the English faculty?

enchantedengland:

shipofthefens: Newnham College, Cambridge (x)

enchantedengland: How perfect is this?

Not as perfect as home sweet Homerton College. But it’s still Cambridge, so still pretty special. Wish I could rewind back to a year ago, for several reasons.

refluent:

A Rainy Cambridge (by marcus hessenberg)

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faerlyn:

Cambridge, England, UK.

Home home home. I know this little street exactly. Though the McDonald’s sign was always a reminder of the real world.

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shipofthefens:

kommasutra:

Whilst a student at Cambridge, Byron was irked that university rules banned keeping a dog. With characteristic perversity, he installed a tame bear instead. There being no mention of bears in their statutes, the college authorities had no legal basis to complain.

And that is how you do it.

Lord Byron was admitted to Trinity in October 1805 as a Nobleman, which gave him privileges beyond those of the ordinary undergraduate. In his first year he was most unimpressed by the College: “This place is wretched enough - a villainous chaos of din and drunkenness, nothing but hazard and burgundy, hunting, mathematics and Newmarket, riot and racing.” He resolved not to return after the long vacation but discovered that after the publication of his first poems he had become something of a celebrity and stayed on for a further year, when he was able to develop the tastes that he so abhorred in his first.

Though there’s no definite proof as to whether Lord Byron actually didpurchase and keep a tame bear during his studentship, there appears to be a great number of eyewitness accounts of this, and so I’m going to please myself and believe that it’s true. Lord Byron, king of that certain Cambridge je ne sais quoi.

ready to go back home to Cambridge

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enchantedengland:

  The pedestrian-friendly, mainly traffic-free city centre of Cambridge, England. This is Green Street. (Pete Sturman flickr)

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