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Goodbye My Friends: On Going on a Year Abroad

“Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.” My first-ever supervisor savaged me for starting something I wrote with such a basic quote, but never has a cliché meant so much to so few. Although this is still only my second year at Cambridge, it already feels like some sort of ending, even if it is just a season finale. So I guess Gary Oldman was right about one thing… Telling you I haven’t really enjoyed the last few weeks hardly makes for original content, but the thing is, I thought I loved Exam Term. Last year, it was all sunshine, lollipops, coffee shops and consolidated friendships. We watched enough Love Island to get a degree in mugginess, and was it even dinner if it wasn’t outdoors? To be fair, this year has shaped up to be pretty similar, and yet it isn’t the same with the concept of leaving the country low-key creeping up on you like a midnight coursework deadline. My Year Abroad begins in August.

As a young Jew at Cambridge, university is where I have felt most vulnerable (The Times)

One night at the student bar, when conversation bounced on to the dejecting subject of diversity at our university (ie the lack thereof), I decided to announce that, as a Jew, I’m “technically” BME. I can’t think why I did so — it must have been the narcissism — and when my best friends laughed I laughed with them. White, male, privately educated, from northwest London — lord, I even support Chelsea — how could I belong to any type of minority group, ethnic or otherwise? At the time I thought they had a point. Despite my Georgian, Israeli, German, Polish, Ukrainian and Russian heritage (I swear there’s some Martian in there somewhere) and despite the fact that my mum came to the UK only 25 years ago as a refugee on religious grounds, I’m a Londoner through and through. The recent scandal highlighting antisemitism among extremists on the left and the right of British politics, however, leaves me feeling more vulnerable. I’d never make a claim to represent all Jewish students more th