Cambridge
Mmmmmm.
I don't know what I was expecting, the impossible? and scary scenarios of questions I couldn't answer? (there may possibly have been a few of those, but nothing totally terrible stands out that much, to be honest).
It was the first time I've been to Cambridge, and to Newnham.
Newnham was LOVELY. It is old (hoooray) and really big, and my room was about four times the size of my bedroom at home, and high ceilings, and windowsills you sit on, and antique furniture, and corridoors that were so old and and creepy they could have been haunted! In a word... Pretty. Cambridge, and the other colleges, oh my god, historyLOVE. King's is gorgeous I was open mouthed and in the frame of mind that 'people should NOT be allowed to live there it's far too nice'. I want to take up rowing.
I was glad I stayed there on Monday night, so I was overly on time and ready for my 9.30 interview. That was ok. It felt like I was in my interviewers bedroom or something. I love history lecturers rooms, they are like, libraries full of knowledge and there are so many books and it gets really exciting, sometimes I'll be at work and look at the books and be excited =\
Anyway! She was, as was bound to occur, an expert on 19th century british political history. I think it was my personal interview but there wasn't much personal stuff, mainly talking about my british history submmitted work. I can't remember what she asked or what I said or whether it was good or whether it was terrible. The same goes for the second, although this one...I think was harder, I had an extract from a 14th century silk maker from florence. I had fifteen minutes to read it in this room and my eyes kept glazing over because I was really tired, and they gave me too much time I got bored; it was boring enough the first time let alone the third. Then I went into this room with two younger lecturers, one was REALLY friendly, and the other... looked at me a lot, in a kind of scary way... I spoke a lot. I'd answer questions, but then they'd like...it felt like they were asking lots and lots, which made me think, am I not saying enough, and they're like...oh god..she cannot give elaborate answers so let's just let her give loads of crap ones? Who knows. She asked me about how useful the source was, and diaries as sources in general and should you let personal opinions influence how you interpret sources. Those questions were, hard, well, they were all hard? I had five hours to kill so Charlotte (my new found friend) and I wandered into Cambridge where I saw the general prettyness that is Cambridge. Then test. Test was ok. Section A was a bit...like GCSE English Language? I suppose they are testing extrapalation...? Part B was to write an essay using your own historical knowledge, I was trying to choose between 'Justify the study of history' and 'When studying the politics of a society do you need to understand the economy?' Or something. That was like, yay Peel woo, economist, corn law repeal would be weird if you didn't know about free trade love. Except my essay was longer than that sentence.
I'm just glad it is over really. And, I will find out around New Years Eve!
It made me miss Mr Marchant. I AM OBSESSED I SWEAR. Ugh.
Christmas is soon and really, I have bought no presents. This is a very bad scenario.
I don't know what I was expecting, the impossible? and scary scenarios of questions I couldn't answer? (there may possibly have been a few of those, but nothing totally terrible stands out that much, to be honest).
It was the first time I've been to Cambridge, and to Newnham.
Newnham was LOVELY. It is old (hoooray) and really big, and my room was about four times the size of my bedroom at home, and high ceilings, and windowsills you sit on, and antique furniture, and corridoors that were so old and and creepy they could have been haunted! In a word... Pretty. Cambridge, and the other colleges, oh my god, historyLOVE. King's is gorgeous I was open mouthed and in the frame of mind that 'people should NOT be allowed to live there it's far too nice'. I want to take up rowing.
I was glad I stayed there on Monday night, so I was overly on time and ready for my 9.30 interview. That was ok. It felt like I was in my interviewers bedroom or something. I love history lecturers rooms, they are like, libraries full of knowledge and there are so many books and it gets really exciting, sometimes I'll be at work and look at the books and be excited =\
Anyway! She was, as was bound to occur, an expert on 19th century british political history. I think it was my personal interview but there wasn't much personal stuff, mainly talking about my british history submmitted work. I can't remember what she asked or what I said or whether it was good or whether it was terrible. The same goes for the second, although this one...I think was harder, I had an extract from a 14th century silk maker from florence. I had fifteen minutes to read it in this room and my eyes kept glazing over because I was really tired, and they gave me too much time I got bored; it was boring enough the first time let alone the third. Then I went into this room with two younger lecturers, one was REALLY friendly, and the other... looked at me a lot, in a kind of scary way... I spoke a lot. I'd answer questions, but then they'd like...it felt like they were asking lots and lots, which made me think, am I not saying enough, and they're like...oh god..she cannot give elaborate answers so let's just let her give loads of crap ones? Who knows. She asked me about how useful the source was, and diaries as sources in general and should you let personal opinions influence how you interpret sources. Those questions were, hard, well, they were all hard? I had five hours to kill so Charlotte (my new found friend) and I wandered into Cambridge where I saw the general prettyness that is Cambridge. Then test. Test was ok. Section A was a bit...like GCSE English Language? I suppose they are testing extrapalation...? Part B was to write an essay using your own historical knowledge, I was trying to choose between 'Justify the study of history' and 'When studying the politics of a society do you need to understand the economy?' Or something. That was like, yay Peel woo, economist, corn law repeal would be weird if you didn't know about free trade love. Except my essay was longer than that sentence.
I'm just glad it is over really. And, I will find out around New Years Eve!
It made me miss Mr Marchant. I AM OBSESSED I SWEAR. Ugh.
Christmas is soon and really, I have bought no presents. This is a very bad scenario.