I’ve spent today trying to formulate some sense of a coherent post to explain my time at the open day at the University of Edinburgh yesterday. Something that doesn’t sound gushing, or pretentious, or conceited.
All I came up with was ‘Holy God.’
I definitely did not think I’d be as impressed with the self claimed culture capital of the world as I was. I’ve seen old Universities (Oxford), Small universities (Royal Holloway), and 60’s universities (York), but for the first time I really felt like I was in a University where I was comfortable.
“But didn’t you say you wanted to go to Oxford for the longest time, and this is just another one of your shameless periods of sensibility?”
Yeah. Maybe that is true. But, love it as I did, there was a sense in retrospect that at Oxford I was trying to fit a mould. At Edinburgh, I have finally realised the cliche moment of ‘suiting a University.’ It a place where I feel at home, even though I’ve been there for less than a day. What can I say? I like cold weather. And snow. And rain.
Moment of gushing- did I mention here are mountains. %^&$ing MOUNTAINS. COVERED IN SNOW. MOUNTAINS. Okay, I’m done.
(Shot of ‘Arthur’s Seat’ not covered in snow.)
I could probably go to detail other things that twigged my fancy about the university, but I feel this post could get quite obnoxiously boring quite quickly. I guess I really learned from this though is that even though existence is ruled by chance and circumstance, sometimes those chances and circumstances convene into working out quite nicely. Does that make sense? I hope it does. Its a better thing than saying that “everything always happens for a reason.” Because everyone knows that’s a load of bullshit.
(Oh, and did I mention that I met a large percentage of very attractive individuals? Not that I like wilfully shallow.
I am and I love it.)