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Childhood fantasies and grown-up realities
So, I know this sounds completely wild and somewhat out of the question, but I am seriously considering applying to the University of Oxford for my masters when I finish at UC Berkeley.
I've always wanted to go to Oxford, ever since I was in elementary school and my love of all things English began. I was just browsing the school's website yesterday (I usually peruse it once every couple of months), when I realized that it might not be SUCH a pipe-dream. I mean, I know it still is, but the admissions interview and test don't sound very difficult, and the courses sound incredible. They tell you to prepare to read around 100 books in the school year-- it's my dream school! I just have to kick some serious ass at Berkeley, and pray to whichever force in the universe is willing to guide me that I have what it takes.
I know, I know... it's probably never going to happen. But I can't tell you how amazing it felt to realize that I actually CAN apply. It's not like it's in some far-away magical kingdom that doesn't really exist... I mean, this is real! And this is my life, and if you don't follow your dreams and take risks, what the hell is the point of living? I just keep picturing myself wandering up to the incredible stone entrance building with my suitcases and umbrella, completely dazed and feeling as if I've wandered into one of my favorite daydreams... :)
Maybe someday, right? A girl can pray.
p.s. I am aware of the fact that all of my subject titles (and posts, for that matter) have something to do with fantasy and reality. I guess you can easily figure out where my head is at the majority of the time, can't you?
hopefulI've always wanted to go to Oxford, ever since I was in elementary school and my love of all things English began. I was just browsing the school's website yesterday (I usually peruse it once every couple of months), when I realized that it might not be SUCH a pipe-dream. I mean, I know it still is, but the admissions interview and test don't sound very difficult, and the courses sound incredible. They tell you to prepare to read around 100 books in the school year-- it's my dream school! I just have to kick some serious ass at Berkeley, and pray to whichever force in the universe is willing to guide me that I have what it takes.
I know, I know... it's probably never going to happen. But I can't tell you how amazing it felt to realize that I actually CAN apply. It's not like it's in some far-away magical kingdom that doesn't really exist... I mean, this is real! And this is my life, and if you don't follow your dreams and take risks, what the hell is the point of living? I just keep picturing myself wandering up to the incredible stone entrance building with my suitcases and umbrella, completely dazed and feeling as if I've wandered into one of my favorite daydreams... :)
Maybe someday, right? A girl can pray.
p.s. I am aware of the fact that all of my subject titles (and posts, for that matter) have something to do with fantasy and reality. I guess you can easily figure out where my head is at the majority of the time, can't you?