The Frustrated Finalist: Freedom

Everything’s been coming up Hodges during his first week of liberty


What a feeling, what a week, what a wonderful world.

Doing my best Sasha Grey impression (I accept no responsibility for the google searches the naive amongst you are about to carry out)

A word of advice before we begin, you should probably look away now if you’re one of the unfortunate souls who still has to trudge to the library or exam schools every day because I’m not one of you any more.

I have felt the sweet kiss of Lambrini on my parched throat as I emerged into the radiant sunshine of Merton Street and I have been coddled in the icy embrace of the Cherwell.

Rivers are now to be jumped in, not to be studied

I have been seduced by the sultry sounds of Bonnie Tyler on the Park End cheese floor.

I no longer have any idea what Oxford actually looks like between eight in the morning and one in the afternoon and the best part is that all the freshers have been busily cramming for their Prelims thus leaving all of Oxford’s finest attractions free for the use of grown-ups.

Geographers across the city united in joy

I finally got round to watching the latest series of Mad Men and even the sight of Don Draper et al. puffing away hasn’t broken my anti-smoking zeal.

Screenshot of success: Closing in on a smoke-free week

The icing on the cake of the past week came from an unlikely source with a much-needed ego boost being delivered by the pre-pubescent faux-guardianistas who run the OxStu (cheers guys).

Insulting and libellous: Don’t you dare call me ‘Haz’ again

Unemployment looms, but the library doesn’t, and that’s just fine by me.

Welcome to The Oxford Spring ladies and gents. You heard it here first, freedom is worth waiting for.

Join me.