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So, no love from Oxford. Which was to be expected, really, what with the disastrous Queens' interview and all. So I will decide that I will be very happy at Warwick, which loves me enough to give me an AABc offer, and fairly quickly so I was not panicking and waiting for the postman with THEM, and where I can learn Italian from scratch, which has always been an ambition, and where I can try for a first, which less impossible than at Oxford.
(I felt a full stop might be required at some point. Recommence ranting.)
Oxford had already rejected all my friends. (Except perhaps one, who got a letter saying another college was considering her. We don't know which one or whether she'll get in. Nerves? What nerves?) Really, there would be something just a little bit awkward in being giddy and happy at having got in with no-one else accepted.
And I rather expected my life to collapse around me, with evverything I've been worrying about and panicking about for the last six months coming back to hit me - but I was expecting it so much there was only some mild degeneration around the edges, with the main bhouse still intact. Jolly good. So I'm not going to whine - and please don't be sympathetic, because that will make me feel sorry for myself - I am going to continue on, and concentrate on the renaissance history and the term in venice you get at Warwirck - and the fact that I may still be one of the geekier ones like I'm used to. It would be a little unsettling being at Oxford with everyone being as clever as or cleverer than me.
Just don't ask me how I feel about it after I've told all my mum's Oxbridge relatives, explaining several hundred times over that getting a choral scholarship did not mean I got in, it just meant I wasted a lot of work and worrying.
/bitterness.
(I felt a full stop might be required at some point. Recommence ranting.)
Oxford had already rejected all my friends. (Except perhaps one, who got a letter saying another college was considering her. We don't know which one or whether she'll get in. Nerves? What nerves?) Really, there would be something just a little bit awkward in being giddy and happy at having got in with no-one else accepted.
And I rather expected my life to collapse around me, with evverything I've been worrying about and panicking about for the last six months coming back to hit me - but I was expecting it so much there was only some mild degeneration around the edges, with the main bhouse still intact. Jolly good. So I'm not going to whine - and please don't be sympathetic, because that will make me feel sorry for myself - I am going to continue on, and concentrate on the renaissance history and the term in venice you get at Warwirck - and the fact that I may still be one of the geekier ones like I'm used to. It would be a little unsettling being at Oxford with everyone being as clever as or cleverer than me.
Just don't ask me how I feel about it after I've told all my mum's Oxbridge relatives, explaining several hundred times over that getting a choral scholarship did not mean I got in, it just meant I wasted a lot of work and worrying.
/bitterness.