going for (pem)broke
well, interview's done, there's nothing left to mull over except how effing difficult these weeks are going to be. 10 days to go, and now everybody's counting - that's the smell of desperation mingled with frustration, frustration that for once in our pampered academic lives we're not going to be handed what we want on a silver platter. Whether that be a spot in Oxford or 4 As at the As, everything's become some perverse battle for success where the alternative is this dystopic future of a stint in nusfass. yikes. talk about heightened expectations.
i'm glad, though, that this spirit of beggar-thy-neighbour competition isn't festering in the humanz group. Or so i think, but I reckon i'm right when we can look each other in the eye and say, good luck for your interview mate when you're fighting for the same spot he is, or otherwise when we stop to have a chat with long-time-no-see friends and refrain from cornering them on their uni choices, etc. etc. It's a tacit understanding between everybody that it is every man (and prolific girl) for himself, and anyone who's saying otherwise is either a saint or a bad liar, haha.
These interviews, they're a great way of showing yourself how much bullshit you're capable of thinking about to mask the selfish intentions that lie always beneath. Me, at Oxford? Bah, yeah, right, next to no chance, hmm... and then in about ten seconds you're dreaming of Chapel Quad, dead smashed but having the time of your life with your mates who all got in (because selfishness doesn't exist in dreams).
well, that's my dream. and it is probably going to break like glass against some hard malice, but i remember what the plastic cups were raised to, and i should probably get down to doing my part by making sure in ten days time i will be ready
i'm glad, though, that this spirit of beggar-thy-neighbour competition isn't festering in the humanz group. Or so i think, but I reckon i'm right when we can look each other in the eye and say, good luck for your interview mate when you're fighting for the same spot he is, or otherwise when we stop to have a chat with long-time-no-see friends and refrain from cornering them on their uni choices, etc. etc. It's a tacit understanding between everybody that it is every man (and prolific girl) for himself, and anyone who's saying otherwise is either a saint or a bad liar, haha.
These interviews, they're a great way of showing yourself how much bullshit you're capable of thinking about to mask the selfish intentions that lie always beneath. Me, at Oxford? Bah, yeah, right, next to no chance, hmm... and then in about ten seconds you're dreaming of Chapel Quad, dead smashed but having the time of your life with your mates who all got in (because selfishness doesn't exist in dreams).
well, that's my dream. and it is probably going to break like glass against some hard malice, but i remember what the plastic cups were raised to, and i should probably get down to doing my part by making sure in ten days time i will be ready