Celebrating 40 years of women at Oriel

It has to be third quad, my home for two years. I first lived on the staircase in the far right corner (don’t ask me the number!) and then on the top floor of the “Doll’s House”. Recalling life on that quad unlocks so many memories and makes me really appreciate the friendships I made there.

Imposter Syndrome - the one that slipped through the net. Then you get here and join an incredible cohort of brilliant people all thinking the same thing! You get to decide what you do next. A time for growing up or remaining a big kid? For me, it was a bit of both - a bubble gum and cigar moment.

Stepping into 1st Quad, instantly feeling at home. Spending time on the river, in the bar, the JCR and 3rd Quad, and regular essay crises - usually in that order! Badminton Cuppers champions 1989, the Ladies of Oriel Golfing Society, 64 Abingdon Road, dinner with HM The Queen, and friends for life.

Handling ancient French manuscripts, rowing on the river at dawn, singing before the Queen, performing in the front quad summer play, wearing outrageous ballgowns, giving sermons in the college chapel ... What other place offers such a wide panoply of experiences and memories? Thank you Oriel!

There are many pleasant memories of Oriel College. The best ones are getting together with friends at MCR socials, and having friends over at guest dinners. I have a nice recollection of the ritual and frolic of matriculation. It seems to have set me to the daily life of Oxford University.

Getting multiple opportunities to run EDI events through Oriel College. My first supported event was the BAME women event. I brought in women from several colleges to celebrate their diversity and strength in leading meaningful lives, whilst navigating the challenges and opportunities at Oxford.

In 2007 I had the room on the High at the corner of Oriel St. The most incredible place I ever lived. I've never lost the feeling I had moving in of unbelievable privilege. The plant in the photo was named Stalin (because it leaned dramatically left) and I married the boy that gave it to me.

One of my favorite memories at Oriel was taking part in the MCR yoga classes! The classes were the perfect way to unwind, refocus, and catch up with the MCR women. To me, they stand out as an example of the strong and supportive community that makes Oriel so special.

Entering Hall to the low rumble of "Nooooo Women" and eating a lot of brussel sprouts. Experiencing one-on-one instruction with world-leading scholars. Exploring the storied architecture and institutions. Experiencing firsthand the Boat Race drama of that year.