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My mood is currently Depressed (as of the time I wrote this, anyway - I've calmed down a fair amount now). Look at the little mood icon. Watch it cry. Then read on.
The actual interviewy stuff itself went pretty much perfectly. The subject interview problems were pathetically easy. I don't know how the admissions tutor one went; it depends what he feels about being caught totally flat-footed, twice. The first time it was because I have CCHS and Braintree College down, and he couldn't work out what order I'd attended them in or basically what was going on there. The second, because they screwed up the information at the open day.
I. Have. To. Take. STEP. And that's II and III I mean. And y'know what: if I was only taking Single Maths, I'd only have to do STEP I. (Absolutely *no* laughing at the back there, Naath.) I want to kill something. Preferably something concerning the admissions staff at Churchill.
Apparently this is the second year they're asking for STEP, because the first year they asked for it turned out so well. So the second set of people that must die are the ones who didn't deliberately mess up their exam results as protest against being asked for STEP grades.
I also keep wanting to loudly proclaim various not-particularly-inventive curses involving, for instance, broom handles. (Presumably of the roughly-hewn variety.) But I don't think that would be particularly productive.
The worst bit is, I don't even know if I really want to do their course any more... I'm beginning to detest certain areas of Mathmatics with a passion, and I'm not particularly enamoured of the idea of spending yet another year fighting with them. (Of course, most compsci courses are going to have *some*, but I think I can put up with *some*, or at least I'm going to have to.) But I want the *other* things at Cambridge, like lots of highly intelligent people and Poohsoc and CURS and CICCU... and it's, like, a place I know. So it isn't as scary. But the maths is scary.
And because I don't even know if I *got* an offer until January (because the very best thing that could happen to me at this point is that I get rejected by them, so that I don't have to make any decisions, I don't feel that I could always have worked harder and driven myself further into the ground and got there and life would have been all wonderful from there on in, I can just shrug and say 'luck of the draw' and stop *worrying*. People quoting Bible verses at me about not worrying are in danger of being shot, or at least yelled at in a most incoherant fashion. I *know* all of that. It doesn't help right now.)
Having said that, I do need to do something about all this stressing before I explode. (It doesn't help that I feel increadibly selfish for whining, given that the most positive thing I do is apparently be there for people, which whining at them and expecting them to rally round kind of negates, really.)
The actual interviewy stuff itself went pretty much perfectly. The subject interview problems were pathetically easy. I don't know how the admissions tutor one went; it depends what he feels about being caught totally flat-footed, twice. The first time it was because I have CCHS and Braintree College down, and he couldn't work out what order I'd attended them in or basically what was going on there. The second, because they screwed up the information at the open day.
I. Have. To. Take. STEP. And that's II and III I mean. And y'know what: if I was only taking Single Maths, I'd only have to do STEP I. (Absolutely *no* laughing at the back there, Naath.) I want to kill something. Preferably something concerning the admissions staff at Churchill.
Apparently this is the second year they're asking for STEP, because the first year they asked for it turned out so well. So the second set of people that must die are the ones who didn't deliberately mess up their exam results as protest against being asked for STEP grades.
I also keep wanting to loudly proclaim various not-particularly-inventive curses involving, for instance, broom handles. (Presumably of the roughly-hewn variety.) But I don't think that would be particularly productive.
The worst bit is, I don't even know if I really want to do their course any more... I'm beginning to detest certain areas of Mathmatics with a passion, and I'm not particularly enamoured of the idea of spending yet another year fighting with them. (Of course, most compsci courses are going to have *some*, but I think I can put up with *some*, or at least I'm going to have to.) But I want the *other* things at Cambridge, like lots of highly intelligent people and Poohsoc and CURS and CICCU... and it's, like, a place I know. So it isn't as scary. But the maths is scary.
And because I don't even know if I *got* an offer until January (because the very best thing that could happen to me at this point is that I get rejected by them, so that I don't have to make any decisions, I don't feel that I could always have worked harder and driven myself further into the ground and got there and life would have been all wonderful from there on in, I can just shrug and say 'luck of the draw' and stop *worrying*. People quoting Bible verses at me about not worrying are in danger of being shot, or at least yelled at in a most incoherant fashion. I *know* all of that. It doesn't help right now.)
Having said that, I do need to do something about all this stressing before I explode. (It doesn't help that I feel increadibly selfish for whining, given that the most positive thing I do is apparently be there for people, which whining at them and expecting them to rally round kind of negates, really.)
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Date: 2002-12-03 07:27 am (UTC)From:Or Read. The. Prospectus.
I shall give you the STEP papers that are Neil's really but I still have because I am lazy, when I get home. Allong with everything I thought, everything Neil thought, and a lot that Mrs Kerr thought and I wrote down.
Also tell Mrs Kerr... she'll be nice and help you, because she is nice like that. Then get her chocolate.
And I bet you can do better than I did, and if you do you'll get in (what grades do they want???)
On the other hand, you could not come here and then not have to put up with nasty horrible physics pracitcals that attack you and nasty horrible 6 day weeks with 9 am lectures everyday...
There are advantages to normal universities with normal 5 day weeks, even though you do have to be there longer.
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Date: 2002-12-03 09:09 am (UTC)From:a) She wanted to do 50% compsci, not 25%, you shouldn't apply for the wrong course, that's just silly.
b) From what she's said she did read the prospectus and speak to the admissions staff. Either they were clueless or they lied, either way not her fault.
Neil
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Date: 2002-12-03 09:12 am (UTC)From:Then again I *am* >1/2 asleep right now.
*sorry*
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Date: 2002-12-03 09:53 pm (UTC)From:It was written for a slightly different occasion a couple of years ago and builds on experience that's old but still relevant, but read http://baptism.co.nz/clearing.html - especially the last section.
You must do the right course, wherever you do it. If I'd taken 3126 instead of 3100, I would be an Oxford graduate rather than an Oxford dropout Liverpool graduate, and everything else from that point on would be different. Better? Worse? Who knows? Just different.