I get used to seeing odd things around Oxford: hordes of women in pink tutus and pink shoelaces, running to raise money for breast cancer; university students going to exams in tuxedos with carnations in their pockets (white for the first years, pink for the second, and red for the final-year students); movies filmed on the street while tourists take photos of the filmmakers; and, of course, the comedy show that is girls in formal dresses (long, short, full, and barely-there) going to balls (their footwear usually garners some commentary from the Penner household). This morning, when I took Nathaniel out for our walk, I saw a huge banner hanging from a prison-like building:
EXPERIMENTAL PSYCHOLOGY
OPEN DAY
In need of test subjects? No, I finally remembered, they’re just opening their doors to prospective Oxford students and their families. But, still, the looming concrete block didn’t let me quite shake my first reading.
Erin
Alan Schmierer