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So I had an offer from Churchill College to read Classics when I woke up this morning. It took a while to sink in but mid morning I started crying in relief. I don’t even have the words to express how excited I am.
Because I was pooled though and I’m a confused international I don’t know anything about my College. Any current Churchill students willing to talk about their experiences? (Especially humanities students because I’ve heard it’s very science-y but I would love to talk to anyone)
- Strong Bad: Yeah. This is a depressing time, when like, there's only— this is like the time of the winter when there's just the gross piles of snow in the, like, Wal-Mart parking lot.
- Mike: Yeah, after the fun snow's gone.
- Strong Bad: Yeah, there's no snow covering the ground anymore, it's just, like, in gutters, and it's black, and it smells like a stink.
Taking it as rejection.
It’s been tough, I won’t lie. For both my followers and myself I expect, I feel I have barely documented my car crash of a Cambridge interview and the build up to where I am right at this moment in time in a single bed halfway up a mountain in the French Alps.
I mean despite the destruction I faced at the hands of Mr Wilmer and Mr Page and that deep down I knew I hadn’t done enough, there was always the weakest scent of hope, and on Friday the news of my automatic pooling reached my ears. I shan’t bother to explain the system, nobody really understands it.
For me the pool has brought with it a sense of limbo and restlessness, a longing for the unreachable closure which most likely brings rejection. However one cannot help feeling a faint, most probably false hope. In my case, as I hated my original college, Mr W and Mr P, the pool was my only means of escape and now I would love to be fished by a lovelier college. Yet the knowledge that I’m most probably already rejected, with a file in the bin will not stop me holding down refresh.
So I pray for something, closure, whether it be through drowning or.. I hope it will come soon. I think tomorrow brings with it the end of all hope.
I promise to keep a daily log of the events out here as a seasonnaire from tomorrow, but for now I needed somewhere to vent my frustrations and thoughts.
Get me out of here.