/lit/ - Literature

Perhaps what troubles me most attending the illustrious University of Oxford is just how guilty I feel being surrounded almost at all times (except for those times I stray into a prole suburb or enter a chain store on the highsreet) by immensely aesthetic architecture, sculptures, streets, interior design, gardens and indeed people. I am here amongst the greatest representatives of our species yet I feel that I don't fit in because I was raised in a brutal, unintellectual and abject working class (poor) area which was and still is a damning indictment of the Muggle world. Here at the University of Oxford - renowned, world-famous - it truly does feel like being a student at Hogwarts. From the stone corridors, cloisters, quads, grand churches, theatres etc you are reminded at all times that such buildings weren't built for mere utility, as buildings tend to be at polytechnics and other inferior universities, but were instead funded by great amounts of wealth to represent the finest architectural and artistic capabilities of our ancestors. The spires, the towers, the winding stairs. No wonder Oxford was the filming location for so many memorable scenes in so many movies, including Harry Potter (New Church is a particular favourite, and somewhere I often visit when in a magical mood). But the place also makes me realize how far detached I am from my prole upbringings, and this detachment subsequently makes me feel orc-like due to my also being reminded that I am now surrounded by the purest, smartest, wealthiest individuals in British society and perhaps the world, here in the small city of Oxford where every street promises some new sight that simply makes me stop in astonishment and gasp "My God".