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Life Imitates Art
May. 8th, 2008 01:14 pmSo I finally decided where I'm going to college.
So okay, YES, Cornell did grant me the honour of coming to their "Ivy covered professors in ivy covered halls," but it's like The History Boys (see icon): You want to go to Oxford-Cambridge or you want to go to Bristol and be happy?
So I decided not to go to Cornell. No matter how good of an ice cream their food science students make, the town is pretty small and it's in Ithaca, New York, where it's winter half the year. No, literally HALF the year. And it's in the middle of nowhere. If zombies attacked it, no one would be the wiser. And though I know they wouldn't have accepted me if I couldn't keep up with the course load, work was probably all I'd be doing. And you know me- that's not enough.
So instead I said, "Hey, let's go to UVa." So while I was up there for Jefferson Scholars competition, we learned a lot about it. Very eerie disconcerting knowledge too, in my opinion. Like, The University.
All people who do not know Juvenile Orion should leave now, as you will not know what I'm talking about.
1) Apparently, JUST like the top public university in C.F. (called, quite originally, The University) UVa is called The University by its students.
2) In CF, I didn't want to call the students freshmen, sophomore, whatever because the university in the story extends to five years of undergraduate instead of four. So I just went by the old first year, second year, third year stuff. Apparently, UVa does the same because that's how Thomas Jefferson wanted it.
3) So, UVa may not solidly be the top public school like CF's University, but it battles for first or second place with Berekley every year.
So at the Jeff. Scholarship, I found out much to my shock that I had written about my university months ago without even knowing anything about it.
Life Imitates Art? Q.E.D.
So okay, YES, Cornell did grant me the honour of coming to their "Ivy covered professors in ivy covered halls," but it's like The History Boys (see icon): You want to go to Oxford-Cambridge or you want to go to Bristol and be happy?
So I decided not to go to Cornell. No matter how good of an ice cream their food science students make, the town is pretty small and it's in Ithaca, New York, where it's winter half the year. No, literally HALF the year. And it's in the middle of nowhere. If zombies attacked it, no one would be the wiser. And though I know they wouldn't have accepted me if I couldn't keep up with the course load, work was probably all I'd be doing. And you know me- that's not enough.
So instead I said, "Hey, let's go to UVa." So while I was up there for Jefferson Scholars competition, we learned a lot about it. Very eerie disconcerting knowledge too, in my opinion. Like, The University.
All people who do not know Juvenile Orion should leave now, as you will not know what I'm talking about.
1) Apparently, JUST like the top public university in C.F. (called, quite originally, The University) UVa is called The University by its students.
2) In CF, I didn't want to call the students freshmen, sophomore, whatever because the university in the story extends to five years of undergraduate instead of four. So I just went by the old first year, second year, third year stuff. Apparently, UVa does the same because that's how Thomas Jefferson wanted it.
3) So, UVa may not solidly be the top public school like CF's University, but it battles for first or second place with Berekley every year.
So at the Jeff. Scholarship, I found out much to my shock that I had written about my university months ago without even knowing anything about it.
Life Imitates Art? Q.E.D.
