Cambridge
Tootled off to Cambridge for a university open event today. It involved dragging myself from my bed of amazing dreams at 6AM. I was not impressed, especially after a night of my friend tossing next to me, interrupting my sleep with orders to open the window and take down the blinds, and then by slinging legs over mine, apparently irremovable.
Six hours of driving, a pack of pringles and a box of chocolate fingers (not all to myself!) later, and I am back home.
What stood out most was the ...twee-ness of Cambridge as a whole. My friend said, It's more somewhere I would retire to than somewhere I'd go to for uni." It's true that there were an inordinate number of elderly lounging on the perfect grass.
What also stood out was that the vast majority of prospective applicants were from public schools. And that apparently they don't have cows or ducks or signs saying "Please keep off the grass" where they live. Their need to snap pictures at every single available (and some unavailable) opportunity became apparent as we wandered through Trinity grounds and over bridges. I overheard one girl sighing wistfully, digital camera in hand - she was looking in the general direction of a couple of bulls - "If only that twig wasn't in the way!" Hmm. Ok.
The third thing that stood out was the competetive-ness. I'm not sure I'm cut out for battling it out against some thousands of intelligent people waving their A* and predicted A's around on a flagpole.
Other than that, it was informative. I will apply but not expect too much. I shall do half-hearted flagpole waving, and not break down as many do when they don't get offered a conditional place.
Six hours of driving, a pack of pringles and a box of chocolate fingers (not all to myself!) later, and I am back home.
What stood out most was the ...twee-ness of Cambridge as a whole. My friend said, It's more somewhere I would retire to than somewhere I'd go to for uni." It's true that there were an inordinate number of elderly lounging on the perfect grass.
What also stood out was that the vast majority of prospective applicants were from public schools. And that apparently they don't have cows or ducks or signs saying "Please keep off the grass" where they live. Their need to snap pictures at every single available (and some unavailable) opportunity became apparent as we wandered through Trinity grounds and over bridges. I overheard one girl sighing wistfully, digital camera in hand - she was looking in the general direction of a couple of bulls - "If only that twig wasn't in the way!" Hmm. Ok.
The third thing that stood out was the competetive-ness. I'm not sure I'm cut out for battling it out against some thousands of intelligent people waving their A* and predicted A's around on a flagpole.
Other than that, it was informative. I will apply but not expect too much. I shall do half-hearted flagpole waving, and not break down as many do when they don't get offered a conditional place.
kiwiqueen - 20. Jun, 19:57