The English Department in my university is housed in a very old building that was originally the men’s dorms. It’s made of old, yellowish brick and is about three stories tall. It sits near the bottom of the hill on which our campus is located, and inside the lights are slightly dim and the halls slightly narrow.
In short, it’s pretty much perfect for housing the English Department in every way. And I mean this with the utmost respect. English is one of my areas of study, after all.
So one day a few months ago I walked past this building, and outside of it I beheld a truly wonderful sight. Several of the professors, all male, were standing outside in a half circle. They all held mugs and wore tweed jackets and caps, and in the center of them was my favorite professor of all time expounding on some great topic.
Yesterday while I was walking past this building I once again beheld this group of professors, again in the half circle. This time they were without the tweed jackets, though the caps were still thoroughly present.
I cannot explain why, but this is literally one of my favorite things on the entire planet.
I’ve named them The Oxford Club.