Student Life
Too much, yet never enough: Is burnout real?
Burnout is a word I have heard one too many times at Oxford. Once you have heard something enough, it becomes just a senseless humming in your ear – a buzzword that loses all significance. The mere existence of such a term validates an experience previously dismissed, and thus can only add kindling to this frenzied obsession. Once named, burnout becomes an inescapable reality. The medal that comes after having worked ‘hard enough’ is complete and paralysing exhaustion, watching your tea grow cold while intentions swirl aimlessly on its surface.
There have always been moments when I have taken myself too seriously, but, amid the deluge of essay crises and reading lists, it can at times feel impossible not to. In Oxford, life can so easily slip away into a to-do list, a time-blocked schedule perfectly coloured in your Google Calendar. Yet even in those line breaks, every conversation becomes a self-assessment against a productivity scale, achievement measurable in hours studied, marks received, and flashcards reviewed. The weeks of term being so few in number only serves to further contribute to the need to be constantly in motion, constantly productive. A society event, that one night out: everything becomes pressurised, everything has a deadline.
Tiredness is one consequence, but one distinct from the inherent exhaustion of burnout. Perhaps this is what leads to the disillusionment which some feel towards the phrase. You can hear it in every library after dark, in every coffee shop dotting the High Street. There is hardly a moment in which it isn’t breathed, from welfare emails to the depths of the mid-afternoon doomscroll, when even the fluorescent carousel of Reels begins to push you towards a clear and convenient answer. In its proliferation, ‘burnout’ can lose its potency. It becomes an excuse, a mask that is worn by laziness, paraded about by a culture of self-improvement.
It is easy to denounce burnout as a masquerade if you have never watched a candle burn itself out. Every wick has an end, and it is quite satisfying to see the flame eat away at it, the wax dripping and melting, reforming in a puddle on the table below. It is a mess to be admired, a sculpted proof that you used everything you had – that is, until you try to light the candle again, and there is nothing left to burn. Melted wax seals and stays. It is this stasis that defines burnout: a sense of complete exhaustion and detachment, against which every best effort to resist is insufficient.
However, despite intimate knowledge of this, I am often fooled by the scepticism towards this costume. Perhaps it is impossible not to be. The World Health Organisation labels burnout as solely an ‘occupational phenomenon’, not applicable to other areas of life. This definition neglects the academic, social, and emotional contexts: those especially pertinent to students. It is this pattern – one that rejects the reality of overwhelm – that encourages us to dismiss burnout as a fiction, a self-pitying justification for poor discipline.
When we contribute to this dismissal of burnout as defeat, an excuse to avoid responsibility, we only feed the destructive culture in which we live. Modern values tell us that success equates to productivity, busyness is equivalent to happiness, and entirely disavows difficulty. So it remains an obligation to continue to show up, to meet deadlines. Obligation, though, comes to engulf every facet of existence. Waking up in the morning (if only after the ninth alarm), attending any social event (if only to sit in silence, unhearing), becomes as burdensome as the original stressor, completely overrun by apathy.
In the self-contained environment of university life, which preoccupies itself with productivity and attendance, admitting to this exhaustion seems synonymous with defeat. Comparison is oppressive and wholly inescapable. All those around you become a measure of what you should be doing. Anything else is not enough. Yet, when it is simultaneously too much, how can we accept that we just have less capacity to work than those around us, writing the same essays, sitting in the same classes?
This is perhaps where I concede, because I cannot pretend to have these answers. I am always the first to revert to blaming my own ‘laziness’, to see exhaustion as merely a product of sufficient work. It is a cynical tendency to roll my eyes at the usual chain of uniform advice – “take a walk, take a break, just get it done” – but one that I maintain all the same. It is easier to lie in bed, to listen to the alarm ring, than to face it. Accepting this wake-up call, the necessity to change, is a daunting prospect. It involves acknowledging that our limits are not boundless, that our attention is finite, and that rest should never be a luxury. Burnout cannot be resolved not by forcing down the brakes, but by fixing patterns, remoulding the wax, and guarding the flame more steadily this time.
It may not be possible to deny that our perception of burnout has been intensely coloured by its ubiquity, but this does nothing to undermine its reality. Burnout is not a convenient excuse, a means of slacking. You may believe it to be, for all I care. But there is no shame in naming your struggle. There is no need to ask for permission to rest.
Student Life
‘Oleanna’: An imperfect but gripping watch
Oleanna is one of those plays which could likely get banned from certain spaces on account of its sheer nuance. And given that nuance has these days been put on the IUCN List of Endangered Species, it brings me great joy to see plays like this still being produced. An open-ended message hidden behind layers of mystery, upon which one actually requires concentrated thought to base an opinion, is bound to be unpopular for many; and for that reason, I cannot but respect Charlie Lewis for directing such a fearless rendition of David Mamet’s 1992 classic.
The story follows the increasing tension between a student, Carol (played by Laura Boyd), and her university (sorry, college) professor, John (played by Alec Greene), over the course of three meetings. Given that it is a two-person play, I feel that Boyd and Greene should be the main recipients of my scrutiny; and so, let us begin with Greene. His charisma was astonishing, keeping me hooked to his performance even at John’s worst moments, and pairing well with Boyd to bring out the character’s concurrent charm and creepiness. What’s more, he did so whilst utterly convincing me that he was a middle-aged man. (And no thanks to the makeup department – that dusting of grey in his hair was pathetic.) He showed impressive range, too, gradually losing his composure over the course of the play, and becoming rather terrifying by the end.
And as for Boyd, she nailed the part of the nervous victim. Her instability was contagious, and even had me gasping for air a little during the first scene. My only issue with her performance is that it was a little one-note: no matter the occasion, she seemed to be concurrently scowling and hyperventilating. It worked at first but became grating over time, and also seemed somewhat out of place in the scenes where the power swings in her favour. By the end of the play, Carol is flaunting her power, which comes across strangely if she looks terrified. But on the other hand, one might argue that this delivery preserves the nuance of these scenes, allowing the audience to persist in their view of her as a victim should they choose to. Whether or not her slightly frustrating performance was intentional, and whether the aim of a play should be to preserve its nuance versus entertain the viewer, is up for debate. At the end of the day, one thing is certain: I will remember her performance, and probably even more than Greene’s. She made me reflect on Carol as a character, and all the while deeply aggravating me.
The only main issue with this production is its truly abominable staging. John and Carol seemed to be in a competition for who could show more of the audience their back, and frankly, I think they both won. As a fortunate resident of the centre front row, I got the full experience, but my friend who sat in one of the right-hand seats said that she could never see both characters’ faces at once. And compelling as it may be to see the back of Greene’s shirt, the audience in the left and right wings paid considerably more for tickets than I did (mine cost me a crisp £0.00) and deserved the same experience I had. I will sympathise, however, that the New College Long Room is a pretty crap place to stage a play.
To wrap up my review, I will end on a high. The stage combat was brutal and effective, and left me legitimately winded as I walked out of the show. Besides two silent kicks, which fell flat, the headbanging and choking were both terrifying to witness, especially from my front row seat (I did not feel so fortunate for my position as John throttled Carol a mere few inches from my face). The performances and direction ended the play with a bang, and had me thinking about it for the entire ensuing day.
Boulevard Productions’ Oleanna leaves something to be desired, but what it lacks in production value it more than compensates for in audacity; so much so that David Mamet would be proud, had he not completely lost his mind in recent years (see his article: ‘Why Charlie Kirk was a modern prophet’).
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Internet Babies: Students of Subculture
There’s a certain kind of artist that I keep coming back to lately: artists who seem to know exactly what I want to hear before I do. Not algorithmically, but instinctively. Their music feels hyper-specific yet universal; familiar, but not quite verging on nostalgic.
I’ve started thinking of them as ‘internet babies’ – artists born and raised online, whose creative instincts have been shaped not by a single scene but by years of immersion in fragmented, overlapping subcultures.
What defines these creators is long-term exposure to subcultures. Years of YouTube rabbit holes, Tumblr aesthetics, game soundtracks, and online music recommendations. A cultural collage of sorts, an environment in which emo sits comfortably next to UK garage, and indie sleaze bleeds into rap. Nothing feels out of place because everything was encountered together.
There’s also a practical shift underpinning all of this. Music-making has never been more accessible. Any kid with an iPad can stumble across YouTube tutorials, free sample packs and intuitive software that can quickly turn curiosity into something more structured. While barriers to music careers still exist, the act of creating music is no longer subject to gatekeeping in the same way. More self-sufficient artists are emerging outside traditional industry pipelines, marked by a notable increase in artists from working-class backgrounds – particularly female producers – breaking through via online platforms.
All of this marks a clear break from older models of music culture. Scenes were once tied to geography and gatekept by labels, with genres functioning as boundaries rather than starting points. For internet-native artists, taste is no longer shaped linearly, but accumulated and in flux.
Jim Legxacy – a student of everything, bound by nothing
Jim Legxacy is one of the clearest examples of this shift in the UK right now. The Lewisham artist, of Nigerian heritage, makes music that on paper shouldn’t cohere, with rap, emo, Afrobeats, indie, R&B, even folk elements all pulling in different directions. And yet, on his genre-fluid album Black British Music (2025), it comes together in a kind of effortless logic.
You can hear echoes of Britpop and indie alongside more contemporary rap and club influences. The album’s title – often shortened to BBM – nods not just to Black British identity, but to the BlackBerry Messenger era that defined a specific kind of 2000s UK youth culture. It’s nostalgia, but not in a heavy-handed way; it’s embedded in his sound and aesthetics, but never allowed to define them.
What makes the MOBO-winning artist’s work land is not just the range of influences, but the way they’re carefully stitched together. UK rap, especially in its underground iterations, can sometimes risk collapsing into its own conventions; a kind of anti-mainstream becoming a new ‘box’ itself. Legxacy sidesteps that entirely. His music feels raw and unpredictable, yet intentional. It reflects a broader shift away from scene-based identity towards something more fluid.
PinkPantheress – the algorithm made human
If Jim Legxacy represents the collage, PinkPantheress represents the algorithm. Her rise was inseparable from the internet: posting snippets on TikTok and SoundCloud while still at university, initially without even showing her face.
Her music pulls from a wide range of influences: emo’s emotional directness (seen in artists like My Chemical Romance and Paramore), K-pop’s polish and melodic precision, and the rhythmic backbone of UK garage and drum & bass, all filtered through a distinctly British pop lens. The result is deceptively simple – short, hook-driven songs that feel immediate and endlessly replayable, built from a complex set of references.
Her songs feel designed for how we now consume music: in fragments, on loop, through clips and snippets – a natural extension of growing up with a musical and cultural landscape that’s constantly reshaping itself.
At the same time, PinkPantheress is acutely aware of the downsides of this hyper-online existence. In ‘Internet baby (interlude)’, she gestures towards the dissonance of being both shaped by and exposed through the internet, a tension that sits quietly beneath much of her work. Still, her impact on modern British music is undeniable. We see her breaking through to international audiences, with a recent showstopping performance at Coachella, and being the first woman to win Producer of the Year at the BRITs. She feels like a frontrunner in any conversation about defining stars of the 2020s.
Natanya – genre as a palette, not a boundary
Natanya offers a slightly different angle on the same phenomenon. She was classically trained in piano from a young age, with clear jazz influences, but also draws from Amy Winehouse, Aaliyah and even Vocaloid artists. However, her work doesn’t sit neatly within any one lineage. It moves between neo-soul, R&B, indie, even touches of grunge, without ever fully settling.
On Feline’s Return (2025), that fluidity becomes the point. The project feels ambitious and deliberately uncontained, drawing from both formal training and eclectic, internet-driven listening habits that define her generation. Her songs refuse to resolve into a single identity.
What’s striking about Natanya is that she doesn’t just draw from different subcultures – she moves between them so seamlessly that they begin to lose their boundaries altogether. In an interview with Exeposé, she said: “I think in worlds. Instead of genre, I’d rather imagine I’m somewhere”. When listening to Natanya, you are transported to the scene that she sets with her diaristic lyrics and unique sound.
From everything we’ve ever clicked on
Taken together, artists like Jim Legxacy, PinkPantheress and Natanya point towards something broader. Their work is defined by how it processes influence, reassembling fragments of culture shaped by years of online immersion. What emerges isn’t just collage, but music that feels both widely legible and unexpectedly personal.
There’s a common criticism that the collapse of traditional ‘scenes’ have flattened music into a set of aesthetic blends, with styles endlessly recycled. But what these internet-native artists are doing isn’t simply repackaging the past – it reflects a different mode of cultural consumption, where broadly ranging influences are accumulated, reworked and made intuitive.
To me, this generation has a distinct creative instinct. Their music is rooted in shared cultural memory but not limited by it. With the right level of craft and imagination, it becomes generation-defining.
It makes me think about how I listen, not just what I’m listening to. I’ve grown up on everything from FIFA soundtracks to Paramore to K-pop – a constant stream of sounds that never really resolved into one identity, but gradually moulded my taste through constant exposure. Maybe that’s why this music feels so familiar. It reflects that same way of consuming culture: scattered, overlapping, always in motion. I’m hearing it not just as a listener, but as a fellow internet baby.
Student Life
Gareth Lim elected Oxford Union President for Michaelmas 2026 in re-poll
Gareth Lim has been elected Oxford Union President for Michaelmas Term 2026 at a re-run of the election.
Lim received 299 first preference votes, by a margin of 80 votes over Liza Barkova, who received 219 first preferences. Hamza Hussain and Victor André Marroquín also contested the election, receiving 66 and 61 first preference votes respectively. Six hundred and forty-six valid votes were cast, well below the 1787 votes cast in the original poll, with Lim receiving a majority of 327 votes including second preferences.
Speaking to Cherwell following his election, Lim said the victory shows that “the Union is able to unite around a non-political figure; that the union believes in something that’s much greater than politics”. He thanked his “good friend” Katherine Yang, President for Hilary Term, among others, and described his supporters as a “very large coalition”. He said this election had “no slates”, meaning “people were far more able to vote [with] their conscience”.
Gareth Lim first ran for President for Michaelmas Term 2026 at the end of Hilary Term, coming in 3rd place behind Catherine Xu and Liza Barkova. He acknowledged to Cherwell the difference between the two campaigns, his first as a “guerrilla campaign” and his second which “had the support of a lot more traditional political figures within the Union”, proving that people “can unite behind something brilliant”.
In a victory speech in the Union bar, Lim expressed his appreciation for the other candidates for their campaigns and those who backed his campaign. He told the assembled audience in the Union bar that “this victory belongs to all of us who voted for me”. He promised to “take back the Union” and change the “conduct” of the institution.
During his campaign, Lim focused heavily on, what he described to Cherwell as, restoring “intellectual rigour”, arguing that recent terms had become dominated by controversy and internal disputes. He called for a broader range of debates and speakers, suggesting the Society should place greater emphasis on areas outside politics and international affairs.
Lim also raised concerns about the Union’s disciplinary culture, claiming that candidates had become “incentivised to use the Union disciplinary procedure as a replacement for campaigning”. He added that the Society had become “over-reliant” on disciplinary processes and criticised what he described as a wider “culture of fear” within Union politics.
The election took place in the context of ongoing backlash surrounding the Oxford Union’s invitation to several high-profile figures, including Carl Benjamin and Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, also known as Tommy Robinson. Speaking to Cherwell after his victory, Lim repeated that he would not have invited Yaxley-Lennon to the Society, but said the Union should “stand by [its] decisions” and said incumbent President Arwa Elrayess had “done a pretty good job” at deciding who she wanted to invite. He said Elrayess was considering changes to the debate format to “ensure that people like Tommy Robinson answer the questions” and that it will be “only after we see the debate” that we could judge whether the invitation to Yaxley-Lennon was “the right thing to do”.
The re-run election was triggered after President-Elect Catherine Xu was found guilty of electoral fraud by a Union Tribunal. The Tribunal concluded that Xu had orchestrated a scheme to impersonate legitimate voters during the original election, held in Hilary Term 2026, by distributing Oxford Union membership cards to individuals not entitled to vote and instructing them to cast ballots in other members’ names.
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