It’s finally over! Last Tuesday evening (8 December 2020), I completed my final Oxford interview — Politics. It was quite enjoyable. Two years ago on my first attempt, my Politics interview involved graphical data interpretation, so I expected something similar this time around. I was pleasantly surprised when it was a political theory discussion instead.
I think I did quite well in Economics and Politics — those interviews were peppered with many moments of enjoyment, wonder and discovery as I stumbled my way through the questions. I screwed up (hence my previous post) the first half of my Philosophy interview because I hadn’t adequately warmed up to translating natural language statements into symbolic logic, in which I think better for puzzles. I’m glad the other Philosophy tutor who took over for Part 2 of the interview sensed my anxiety and made me read through the next question slowly and aloud to confirm that I understood it properly before proceeding with the rest of the interview. Part 2 was so much better! It was about a prima facie bipartite definition of causation followed by some counterexamples which attacked the second part of the definition. With that done, now I can only wait for the results on 12 January 2021. Fingers crossed.
Since last Wednesday (upon my return to the office), I have been training my successor, Andre, on the job. He learns quite quickly. I keep laughing at him HAHAHAHAHA because he has been perpetually besieged with endless fires to put out all over the place. Oh, if only you saw his face when I told him that the only regularities were trivial and most of the job was handling special cases everywhere! He created a Word document titled “fuck” on the Desktop just to write notes (which he will probably never refer to)! Ah, what a glorious baptism by fire. By Friday, he mastered the workflow conceptually and has started on a probationary term this week.
December is always a transitional period. The northeast monsoon comes, calms and cleanses, heralding the new year. I associate December with Sec One Orientation (SOO) preparation, Buddies’ Training and Sec 1 Registration. Especially cloudy, windy days on the hill under the clock tower's shelter. I would love to go back to visit Mrs Anu and say a few words of advice to the OT and Buddies. Alas, it was not to be. Maybe in Phase 3 when the vaccine arrives, more will be possible.
NS — a detour — is coming to an end. I need to get back to who I once was and carry on from there. ∎
When I first found this gem of a poem in "A Book of Hims", I knew it would be my favourite for a long time. The poem is so sweet, it's ridiculous. If Ed Sheeran's "Perfect" was a sonnet, this would be it. This I Fear Most Ng Yi-Sheng That I am not a light to guide you home, No shining beacon and no candle flame. That I am but a ragged burden thrown Against the bony shoulders of your frame, And every path you tread into the night I do encumber. That I do mistake That sunny grin for spirit and delight, Though it is worn to better bear the ache. This I fear most. So I command you: should You tire of me, strip me from your back And burn me like a hecatomb of wood. With raging heat, the heavens I’ll attack Until the dark dissolves away like foam. Then step ahead. My light shall guide you home. Analysis "This I Fear Most" by Ng Yi-Sheng is a Shakespearean sonnet about the selfless nature of love and the re...
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