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Norwich, Norfolk. Studying Asian and Middle Eastern Studies (French and Arabic ). Read more

REVIEW | A Room of One’s Own- Virginia Woolf

When BeCambridge offered us a book from our local book seller, Heffer’s, in exchange for a review I jumped at the chance. As they did not stipulate that the book had to be related to your course and it was coming to the end of the year, I decided to get myself a free piece of holiday reading. However, always the scholar (pffft, yeah right…if you look at my goodreads page you’ll see I have a penchant for Sophie Kinsella…) I opted to request a copy of A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf.

I was delighted when mere weeks after my request had been sent in, my lovely new copy arrived. (If you are interested, it is number 18 in the Penguin Great Idea’s series). As I began to read, I quickly discovered that none of my preconceptions about the book were true; for a start, it is definitely not a work of fiction (not sure why I thought that?).

In fact, it is a paper comprising two speeches which Woolf gave in the 1920s; one to the Art’s Society at Newnham College, Cambridge and one at the Odtaa (One Damn Thing After Another) society at Girton College, Cambridge (always knew us Girtonians had a bit more spirit ;-) After delighting in the fact that I attend one of the institutions mention on the title page of this work, I set about reading it.

I have to admit, and I am rather ashamed to say this, but I did not necessarily find it a profoundly life changing experience. Yes, Woolf makes various interesting points; yes, she is clearly passionate about her speech; and yes, she clearly is a very inspirational orator. However, I found that some of her points were rather lost in her tendency to soliquise. The text is full of anecdotal passages, which, while interesting and personal, actually serve to alienate the listener (or reader) rather than engage them. At least, that was my experience anyway. While, on the one hand, it felt right to be reminded that this was a personal struggle that many young women of the time, Woolf herself included, felt, it did not help me relate to Woolf, as it made the difference in our times more evident.

However, overall it was an interesting read, if not particularly emotional for me and I would recommend it to anyone interested in feminism or the history of the female struggle in Academia and Professions.

I’ll leave you with my favourite quote from the text:

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well”

It has to be said, she is a woman after my own heart.

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Paris? D’Accord!

This week I have been lucky enough to spend six days in the glorious, the gay Paree!

As an MML student, it is very important to keep up my language learning throughout the holidays as well as to benefit from as much oral practice as possible and as such our college very kindly has some funds set aside for such excursions.

After being prompted by my DoS (Director of Studies) to take advantage of this fund, I began to wonder where I should go. Luckily for me, there is a site on CamTools that is made of information given by students about various language schools they have been to. I knew I wanted to find a school in Paris or Lille so that I could take the Eurostar (I’m not a huge fan of flying and prefer to avoid it when I can) and happily I stumbled upon the Accord Ecole des Langues.

Once my application was made and the funds came through I booked my excursion for two months time and calmly went about my every day life, finishing up my first year at Cambridge.

When the end of June finally rolled around, I began to feel a little apprehensive. I didn’t know anyone else who was going to be at the school and had had very little contact with the family I was staying with (for a small fee, the school can place you with a family).

I needed have worried. First off, the family I stayed with were very accommodating. They didn’t require anything from me (despite my various attempts to help with cooking and household chores) and they were kind enough to buy foods I mentioned I liked – baguettes, Brie and two croissants for my last day. Their flat was a short ride in the metro from the school and the mother took the time on my first day to show me exactly how to get there.

Upon arriving at the school, we were given a test in order to place is into classes. I was proud to be given the choice between the top two sets and chose the lower of the two in order to receive more grammar tuition. I was delighted to discover that despite the range in ages, nationalities and personalities, all the students attending the school were very friendly and I quickly struck up a friendship with a German girl who happens to be studying at Manchester Uni.

The classes themselves were incredibly thought out, meticulously planned and interesting and informative. On the first day, once he had assertained how long each of us were attending the school, our teacher Laurent gave use suggestions as to what we might wish to focus on that week, but told us the choice was ultimately ours. We plumped for current affairs, gastronomy, literature and technology, with a smattering of higher end grammar (the subjunctive mood being a topic we all clearly struggled with). Our lessons took place at 9am to 1pm, with a small break at around 11, and were wonderfully varied so as to keep our attention. Laurent also supplied us with a lot of good reading material, which came mostly from newspapers and French novels and all of which was very recent; all the articles were written in 2014. He also provided us with listening exercises which comprised radio interviews and extracts from films (both French and American with French dubbing.) All in all it gave a very practical way of studying the language was also getting a sense of the culture.

The school day works as such: in the morning everyone attends classes working on all facets of the language and in the afternoon there are other classes focusing on one element (culture, oral, grammar, etc), which you can attend for extra euros and which ou elect to do when you book. I chose a more intensive course and thus had to choose two afternoon classes to attend. The first was grammar, gruelling and tiring but very useful. The second was culture – our teacher took us on an excursion to La Bibliotècque François Mitterand. The other afternoons it was left to my own devices and managed to cram in seeing many of Paris’ wonderful sights, despite being dozy from the 9am starts, something us arts students aren’t necessarily used to!

All in all, I had a wonderful séjour in Paris, taking in the sights, practicing my French on the natives and studying at Accord. I feel very grateful to be in such a privileged position to be allowed such an experience but must say I am happy to be home where the tea is infinitely better! :-)

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Le Théâtre Français

Way back on the 24th of April I was lucky enough to attend a French theatre workshop in Cambridge, which was held for the cast of Moliere’s Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme and was open to all French-speaking, Cantabrigian (Cambridge lingo for Cambridge student) drama enthusiasts and I had a brilliant time.

The event was sponsored by Clare Hall College and as such it was held in Clare Hall, which I had never visited before. Upon arriving at the Plodge (Porter’s Lodge), I found two other students struggling to locate the room where the workshop was to be held. Once we finally found our way to the room (via a different entrance to the college…) we settled in. The leader of our workshop was Marin Assassi, who works in Toulouse and was trained at the Ecole du Jour in Agen. He arrived very promptly and our session began.

To start us off, we played variations of the drama games that we all remember from Saturday afternoon drama clubs or drama GCSE, including a French rendition of the ever popular Zip Zap Boing. However, I realised fairly early on into the session that I was the only person who had signed up other than the members of the play, which was slightly unnerving at first. Particularly when we moved onto trust exercises and we were told to stand back to back and then lower ourselves to the ground and back up without using our arms. Most of the pairs achieved this fairly quickly, but due to our mismatched heights and my poor wardrobe choice of tights, my partner and I struggled somewhat until I was forced to yell “Attend!”, run to the bathroom and remove my tights in order for us to get enough grip on the floor to succeed.

Once the ice was suitably broken, we moved on to a very funny game which was new to me. Due to our mutual status as linguophiles, Marin chose to have us play a story telling game. The catch? One of us had to speak a “foreign” language and the other had to translate into French for the group to understand. We started with a multi-linguist who was able to speak in (I believe) Romanian for us, but once that option had been exhausted, we were forced to improvise. Many silly attempts at language followed, including my rendition of a cat talking about how no one believes it can talk because it is a cat.

After a French themed snack of crêpes and limonade, we completed our final activity, which, I am told, was based on one of the scenes within the play. Due to my complete lack of knowledge about Moliere, I remained somewhat in the dark for the duration of the scene but it was entertaining nonetheless!

All in all, I had a lovely three hours in the company of perfect strangers, speaking French, playing silly games, mimicking each other and completing wacky tasks. My being slightly out of the loop barely mattered and in truth the only tricky part was understanding all of the instructions – in French!

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My Happy Ever After: Newnham ‘Junem’ Event

Last night I and some of my Girton friends went to the Newnham June Event: Once Upon a Time and it was truly wonderful.

Food: While we were waiting in the queue, girls in princess inspired attire came out to hand us popcorn and sweets in pink and white striped paper bags, which was ADORABLE, delicious and much desired as we had skipped dinner in order to fully enjoy the experience. Once in the grounds proper, we headed straight to get some pizza. Later delights included, but were not limited to; a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party complete with cakes, finger sandwiches and cups of gin, a BBQ with veggie options, more popcorn and sweets, moroccan lamb and couscous and fantastic falafel. At the start of the evening the food was in plentiful supply and delicious, but towards the end of the evening the food ran out, which was a little disappointing. However, you never had to queue for more than ten minutes for any food – brilliant  and the clean up workers did a sterling job of keeping the debris tidied away.

Drinks: Drinks were also varied and flowing; upon entering we were greeted with a gorgeous glass of super-sweet champagne, a string quartet and ballet. My friends and I very quickly made a beeline for the Proseco bar; a choice of proseco, proseco and creme de cassis and proseco and elderflower. The proseco and creme de cassis was spectacular and later on the bar was turned into a margarita bar (although the margaritas were a little bit of a botch job, with lime cordial instead of juice and a heavy hand with the tequila…) Other drinks included a variety of fairytale themed cocktails, hot drinks towards the end of the night and, of course, plenty of water. However, once again, the drinks did begin to run out towards the end of the night so the aforementioned variety somewhat dissipated.

Entertainment: The entertainment was absolutely amazing. My favourite feature by far was the fairground, complete with ferris wheel and dodgems. Once again, the queues were fantastically short, so we were able to ride the dodgems twice, much to my poor friends’ chagrin who had to experience my terrible driving on multiple occasions…no wonder I don’t have a licence yet. ;-) The ferris wheel was also terrific but terrifying. My college wife dragged me on, much to my delight and dismay, and I’m not ashamed to say I screamed the entire way around. Highlights included: “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod” and Friend 1: “Look, Verity, you can see lots of Newnham from up here…” Friend 2: “Look at that man falling!” There were two stages to choose from, one in the “Arabian Nights Tent” and one in “Prince Charming’s Garden”. Prince Charming’s Garden provided a wonderful silent disco, whereas the Arabian Nights Tent topped off the night with a Disney themed burlesque show. What a dream!

Overall it was an absolutely fantastic night, the gardens at Newnham looked wonderful all lit up with fairy lights and electric tea lights, the music was fantastic, the atmosphere buzzing, the right ratio of people to amusements and there were the poshest portaloos I’ve ever seen! An absolutely magical night!

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Sitting the Cambridge Tripos

Ok, so once you get over the hilarity that the Cambridge exam is called the tripos, because of the tiny little three-legged stool students had to sit on to take their exams orally way back when, you begin to realise that it’s actually quite a daunting process. And among the myriad of reasons why it’s daunting, for me the most daunting is how different it is from GCSEs and ‘A’ levels. And as I sat my first tripos exam today, it seemed like the most appropriate time to assess these differences.

1. It is not moderated by a nationwide body.
These means that it is very likely that you will know your examiner. However, unless you are one hundred per cent sure, this is probably not worth bearing in mind, as all your papers are anonymous and it’s probably going to be marked by several examiners. So the best thing to do is forget that your supervisor might be the one reading it and relax.

The fact that it’s not moderated by a nationwide body may also mean that the exam is tweaked every year. It’s best to ask your supervisor or whoever is teaching you to let you know as soon as possible how the tripos has changed, so that when you come to look at past papers, you’ll know which bits are going to be useful for you. However, as your teachers may not be setting your exam, they may not be sure, and even if the are setting it, they may not do so until Lent Term.

2. You are unlikely to be given mark schemes until late in the year.
If, like me, you were trained to love mark schemes at A2, then you may want to consider asking your teacher early on if you can access them. If they are not forthcoming, then you could ask someone in the year above you who is doing your subject where you can access them. It is probably worth doing this, because it’ll let you know exactly what your examiners will be looking for, but you shouldn’t get too hung up on it, because there is no generalised mark scheme for the paper, but an individual one for each year. It may also be worth reading examiner’s reports.

3. You may not be given much information about the exam until Easter term.
This can be frustrating as for ‘A’ levels and GCSEs, you are spoon fed the information about the exam and taught to jump through hoops. In some ways it’s a good thing, because it encourages you to enjoy your education more broadly and not just learn information to regurgitate in an exam. However, it may be useful to look at a couple of exam papers in Michaelmas term in order to guide how you work during the year. For example, if I had known that my exam paper for Arabic would involve working out verb forms, I would have kept a tab of all the verb forms we encountered during the year. However, if you are prone to panic, I would suggest you do NOT look up the exams before Lent term…they can be a little frightening, particularly if you are studying a subject ab initio (from beginner’s).

4. In your first (and potentially second) year, these exams count for very little.
Not that I’m saying you shouldn’t work hard, because of course you should. But going from ‘A’ levels, where your exams were super important, because you had to get into Cambridge/a university of your choice. But these exams, they count for very little. Yes, you are expected to work hard. Yes, you are expected to do well. Yes, a third is not considered well at Cambridge (not to demean a third at all in anyway, this is just Cambridge standards.) But you are very unlikely to get a third. Cambridge is hard to get into for a reason. But even if you were to, it is not the end of the world, Cambridge has many options to help you get passed that. And really, in your first year, all is required of you is to pass. Which is an odd place to be in when you’re so used to pushing yourself to your limit. But I recommend you don’t in first year. Yes, work hard, revise hard, don’t procrastinate. But do put your mental health first and allow yourself a life. Make sure you get the work-life balance right and enjoy your time at Cambridge. And how can we do that? Set yourself curfews and boundaries; mine is that I am not allowed to work after 9pm.

Obviously there are many, many other differences, but I think these are the main ones. When it comes to exam preparation, the best advice I can give you is to relax, work hard but give yourself lots of breaks, prepare for the exams as far in advance as you can and finally, try to enjoy them!!

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My Literary Canon

This week saw the second in a series of Critical Theory seminars that I am obliged to attend as part of my course. Despite my slight lack of enthusiasm for them, due to their part in my being late to dinner and potentially missing the best food, so far I have found them very interesting and amusing.

In preparation for this week’s seminar, we were asked to read the introduction to Terry Eagleton’s book, Literary Theory: An Introduction, which suggests that “We can begin, by raising the question: what is literature?” before even attempting to criticise literature. Once I got over the excitement at being given the incredibly meta task of reading an introduction of an introduction, I knuckled down and got thinking about what literature means.

In my mind, there are two forms of literature: Literature and literature.

The latter is simply defined by being the written word, regardless of whether it is fiction or non-fiction, published or un-published, “good” or “bad.” As long as it contains words (of any language) on some sort of page/screen/wall etc. then in my mind it is literature, as it can be read. And I think it is important to establish this idea in the minds of others, as to my mind ALL reading is good reading. Too many people shrug away the idea of becoming a reader, because it seems to stuffy/difficult/highbrow/posh/intellectual…when actually we are all readers. Whether you’ve devoured all the classics, like to read the occasional Glamour or simply glance over the ingredients on your cereal packet each morning, we are all readers. Which is good. Reading increases knowledge and also increases your desire for knowledge. And knowledge is power and knowledge means engaging with the outside world and giving a shit about what is out there.

The former, Literature, with a capital L, is what we as a society commonly believe to be literature. That is, a written work that is most likely fiction, although sometimes this loose definition also includes poetry, dramatic texts and non-fiction, in the forms of autobiography, biography and philosophy, and also a work that has, for some reason, been deemed to be worthy of reading. This could be because it is on a particular subject matter, comes from a particular place (most “Literature”, as you may have already noticed, is written by dead white men), but for the most part it usually contains a display of supposed mastery of the literary technique. Therefore, you can enjoy and learn from a book, without actually liking it.

However, while I do see the merits of Literature, I do think that it is an out-dated way of looking at the world of writing and can also be poisonous. It can encourage people to stick at reading books they don’t enjoy, which could potential stress them or put them off reading and it can also discourage others from reading altogether as they think that it’s “not for them.”

As part of our seminar, we were asked to list 13 examples of literature that we would give to a martian if he turned up right now and said “I have just arrived on earth, took a look in Waterstones and I am very confused about literature. What is literature?” Of course, most of the works and authors we chose were from a literary canon that our society impresses on us as some of the finest works of literature; Shakespeare, Simone de Beauvoir, Homer, The Bible…but this got me thinking. Surely we all have our own, personal literary canon? That is, a group of books that we have enjoyed, even loved and that have changed our lives. With this in mind, here are my 13 books that would be in my canon if I wanted to show a martian (or anyone willing to listen, really) what literature means to me:

A Little Love Song by Michelle Magorian.

This one is an obvious choice for me, as it is without a doubt the book that I have read the most times. I discovered it when I was far too young for it, fell in love with the story, even if I didn’t understand some of the more grown up parts. Despite not having particular literary flair, it is written competently and has a timeless story that draws me back to it again and again. And as it was something I picked up at a very young age, it feels as familiar as an old friend.

Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov

This was probably the first book to show me that you could at once disgust and entice me in a reading experience. The experience of reading it is so uncomfortable as you feel completely immersed in Humbert Humbert’s brain, which is not a very nice place to be, and yet it is written in such a gorgeously poetic style that you can’t help but be drawn in and what to know more.

Havisham by Carol Ann Duffy

The poem that taught me the meaning of the world ‘oxymoron’, renewed my love for writing poetry and sparked my interest to read more poetry. It also introduced me to a darker side of literature that I had not really explored before.

Oranges are Not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson

A beautifully written, powerful story of the pains of growing up and how it feels to be cast out by your community for being different, made all the more heart-wrenching because of the beautifully metaphoric descriptions of the world of King Arthur and his lover, Lancelot. This sadness is further heightened by its belonging to the memoir genre.

London Assurance by Dion Bouccicault

A fine example of a Victorian farce. Not a particularly pleasant read, but reading it led to the most pleasurable acting experience I have ever had.

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

One of the first classics I read and one of the first examples of literature where its genre is so strikingly obvious. I adored the elements of gothic and loved being able to hate the protagonists for the first time.

This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin

One of the first poems I encountered with strong language, it also helped me to deal with a slightly tough situation that was going on at the time I read it. The poem shows us that usually people have the best intentions, even if it may not seem like it, and that you shouldn’t judge others’ imperfections, as they too have their own crosses to bear.

The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy

Such a simple poem and yet full of such meaning. I find its simplicity and obvious confusion so striking and feel it really encapsulates the character the poet wanted to portray.

Room by Emma Donoghue

Again, the simplicity is what makes this book. Donoghue tackles the difficulties of writing as a child head on and performs wonderfully. So interesting and so dark at the same time.

The History of English in 100 Words by David Crystal

The first non-fiction book I have read since horrible histories that really grabbed my attention and held my interest. It has encouraged me to seek out more non-fiction in my reading, as it is so informative, so well written and yet so readable!


Horrible Science Series by Nick Arnold

The series of books that really sparked my interest in reading. As a child, I was precocious and did not understand the importance of reading. This series changed my mind.

My Naughty Little Sister by Dorothy Edwards

A fantastic series of stories that I loved having read to me as a child. It still holds a very fond place in my heart, so much so that I bought them for my niece for Christmas. Fun, light and entertaining, yet still somewhat moralistic.

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J.K. Rowling

Possibly the first book I decided wasn’t worth finishing. Thanks Jo, for pointing out to me that just because everyone else liked it, didn’t mean you had to and that it was ok not to force yourself to finish a book.

Gosh, I really thought I was going to struggle to make it to 13 and yet I could still go on and on for pages about the books that have influenced my life (I won’t, don’t worry.) However, to finish up this post, someone honorable mentions:

Why We Broke Up – Daniel Hadler, The Fault in Our Stars – John Green, A Picture of Dorian Gray – Oscar Wilde, The Constant Princess – Philippa Gregory, Disgrace – J.M. Coetzee, Mates, Dates and…series – Cathy Hopkins, Dancing in my Nuddy Pants – Louise Rennison, Girl, Missing – Sophie Kinsella, Twilight – Stephanie Meyer, 50 Shades of Grey – E.L James, Pulling Princes – Tyne O’Connell, Love Lessons – Jacqueline Wilson, A Streetcat Named Bob – James Bowen and A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens.

Please note: Books were not necessarily chosen because A) they are any good, B) I would recommend them or C) I actually liked them.

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