New update:
It's 00h05 and I'm still up and waiting. Office hours apparently close at 2h00 my time, so I'm staying up till then for the news. In the last 48 hours I've had maybe just eight hours of sleep, and I'm absolutely exhausted. I keep nodding off, but I'm making sure that if I do that I have my hand on my phone so the vibrations can wake me up.
Since the last panicked post I've reached a more mellow state of nervous wreckage. Just a few of my friends around the world have been accepted, and many more haven't but I won't go into detail.
The letter has now actually found its way to my grandpa's house in England, but I asked him not to open it unless the email doesn't come, because he's an alumnus of the college, and if anyone delivers disappointing news to him I'd like to be able to do it myself.
To try and keep myself distracted I've been listening to music I don't normally like, analysing stylistic trends to work out why I don't like it. Boring, yes, and a little bit weird, yes, but it's helping to keep my mind on other things. The increased interest in blogging is also attributable to the stress, so apologies to anyone bored enough to actually be reading the drivel I write.
I'm going to run off and sit, waiting mindlessly again, but before I go I'd like to put out a good word for "Into the Green" by Joshua Burnell. Google it, read about it, and maybe consider helping out a little. I'm stoked for the album, and hopefully some of you will be too (not a plug, I'm just genuinely keen to hear it).
Till whenever.
Oscar’s applying to uni blog
Wednesday 6 January 2016
AAAAAAGGGHHHHH
Just a quick update from the heat of the moment. I slept three and a half hours last night, between 3:30 and 7:00, and finally gave up trying after the ninth dream about a rejection letter from Winterfell. Everything's sort of muddling into one big clump right now. I've had to wait till 17:00 for Corpus Christ's office hours to begin, and now I've waited another two hours and ten minutes while offers slowly begin to roll out. One of my friends has an offer, but for most of us the emails aren't even here yet, so it's just degenerated to nervous jokes and condolences.
I haven't put my phone down for two hours, I'm feeling really hungry but whenever I get food I feel too sick to eat, I haven't sat down since about five o'clock, and I've started playing some Stones to get me in a pumped up mood (really not working).
I've made the fatal mistake of forgetting to be indifferent and starting to hope, so from here we'll just have to see how it goes, and whether tonight there will be occasion for a bottle of bubbly or something stiff. I'm expecting the email between now and 1:00, so I'll stay up as long as it takes and let you know when I find out.
I haven't put my phone down for two hours, I'm feeling really hungry but whenever I get food I feel too sick to eat, I haven't sat down since about five o'clock, and I've started playing some Stones to get me in a pumped up mood (really not working).
I've made the fatal mistake of forgetting to be indifferent and starting to hope, so from here we'll just have to see how it goes, and whether tonight there will be occasion for a bottle of bubbly or something stiff. I'm expecting the email between now and 1:00, so I'll stay up as long as it takes and let you know when I find out.
Tuesday 5 January 2016
Waiting for Oxford
Well I'm better at procrastinating than I thought. I'm getting good at blogging infrequently. I suppose I'll have to apologise for this one for three reasons: (1) it's late, (2) once again the Internet isn't working, which seems to be common in this country, so I'm typing on my phone, and (3) I'm going to babble incoherently because the announcements for Oxford's Corpus Christi applicants are coming out tomorrow and I'm figuratively pooing myself. I'd use a stronger word than pooing but UCAS were very clear in the sign up process that they don't like that.
Anyway, my holiday has been lovely, thanks for asking. I've done little actual work, read plenty, visited some beautiful sites around KL and managed to fit in six days of Thai culture and beaches again. Always nice to live in SEA and have these places so close to you. I spent a full day off Koh Lanta scuba diving, adding three more dives to my records in preparation for a hopeful future in marine archaeology. One of those dives was also my first wreck dive, on an impressive forty metre former naval vessel, although there were about as many divers (not literally) as there were fish, and given that there were thousands of fish, that made for one hellishly crowded dive.
I'm ashamed to admit that my presents were mostly antiques and poetry this year, but that's what I like so ho hum. Not much point asking what you got for Christmas, I'm sure there are only three people reading this, two of whom I know, someone if there is a comment section below no one's likely to use it.
Anyway, Oxford announcements tomorrow, as I said. I've thought of almost nothing else since new year's day, and I think I might be going mad. If I get rejected, however, it will at least make it easier to choose a secure top two universities. I've narrowed it down to Durham and St. Andrews if I don't get Oxford, both of them being places I'd love to study, but if Oxford actually inexplicably wants me then I have no clue what I'll do. Obviously I'll choose Oxford, but then what?
I'm going to try (and fail) to get some sleep before tomorrow's announcement, and with any luck I'll get back to you cheerfully. Regardless of the outcome, in the interests of being a better blogger, I'm going to do everything possible to write a new blog post no later than the seventh to let you know what's happened. Not that you care, but hey, I have an anonymous Internet crowd that I might be able to be smug to. And if not, I can pretend people will be feeling sympathetic.
Either way, ta ta for now.
P.S.: Hi Trym! Hi Bapt! Look at me, I'm on the Internet! Also once my laptop is working again I'll upload a couple of photos because words are boring.
Anyway, my holiday has been lovely, thanks for asking. I've done little actual work, read plenty, visited some beautiful sites around KL and managed to fit in six days of Thai culture and beaches again. Always nice to live in SEA and have these places so close to you. I spent a full day off Koh Lanta scuba diving, adding three more dives to my records in preparation for a hopeful future in marine archaeology. One of those dives was also my first wreck dive, on an impressive forty metre former naval vessel, although there were about as many divers (not literally) as there were fish, and given that there were thousands of fish, that made for one hellishly crowded dive.
I'm ashamed to admit that my presents were mostly antiques and poetry this year, but that's what I like so ho hum. Not much point asking what you got for Christmas, I'm sure there are only three people reading this, two of whom I know, someone if there is a comment section below no one's likely to use it.
Anyway, Oxford announcements tomorrow, as I said. I've thought of almost nothing else since new year's day, and I think I might be going mad. If I get rejected, however, it will at least make it easier to choose a secure top two universities. I've narrowed it down to Durham and St. Andrews if I don't get Oxford, both of them being places I'd love to study, but if Oxford actually inexplicably wants me then I have no clue what I'll do. Obviously I'll choose Oxford, but then what?
I'm going to try (and fail) to get some sleep before tomorrow's announcement, and with any luck I'll get back to you cheerfully. Regardless of the outcome, in the interests of being a better blogger, I'm going to do everything possible to write a new blog post no later than the seventh to let you know what's happened. Not that you care, but hey, I have an anonymous Internet crowd that I might be able to be smug to. And if not, I can pretend people will be feeling sympathetic.
Either way, ta ta for now.
P.S.: Hi Trym! Hi Bapt! Look at me, I'm on the Internet! Also once my laptop is working again I'll upload a couple of photos because words are boring.
Wednesday 23 December 2015
Back from the interview.
So it’s been something along the lines of eighteen days
since my last blog post, which means it’s probably time to get a new one out
before UCAS start kicking me for being a lazy blogger. In those eighteen days,
I’ve taken four flights, been to my interviews in Oxford, sat my semester
exams, begun my holiday with two more trips to the airport, and received a
fourth offer – alas, not from Oxford.
The Oxford trip was mind-blowingly spectacular; after a comfortable
twenty hour journey to the exotic land of England, I had a day to work my way
from Heathrow to Corpus Christi on a comfortable train, where I spent the next
four days playing board games and card games with other history and politics
enthusiasts, which made for a bit of fun socialising. Since then a group of us
have remained in touch so that, come January sixth, we’ll know who is to be
reunited in Oxford and which of us will be hoping to meet up again in Durham.
Out of the people reading this blog – which I fear has risen
from two people I don’t know to being two people I don’t know and eight people
that I do – I’m sure none of you are interested in hearing about the interview.
So I’ll tell you about it. After months of people building you up for it and
telling you about the tricks the interviewers will play on you, you arrive
nervous. The student ambassadors tell you that it’s not a process designed to
trick you and that the interviewers will instead help you, but for all you know
they’re part of the plan to make you feel too comfortable, so you ignore them.
You show up to your first interview, worried about what’s to come, and suddenly
you’re talking about something you love with others who love it more than you
do. The interviewers go through different passages and pictures with you (for
CAAH, at least) and help you on your way in order to learn more about your
reasoning process. I never stopped feeling nervous, but I definitely enjoyed
the process a lot more than I expected.
I was somewhat caught off guard when I walked into the
archaeology interview and was asked about a settlement I’d mentioned in my personal
statement, Hierapolis Pamukkale. I knew it well enough to speak on its origins
and brief history, but was slightly thrown when, after I’d been through it, the
interviewer suggested some reading to me and then told me he’d written a couple
of essays on it. Apparently he knows it quite well, and I may or may not have
looked a bit of a fool.
For those who skipped those last two paragraphs (i.e.
everyone), the marginally more interesting stuff resumes here briefly. After
receiving my fourth offer, adding St. Andrews to my list with just Oxford left
to reply (and end my lucky streak), I was speaking with a friend, Trym, who,
much to my chagrin has discovered that I am a UCAS blogger, asked me to put out
a notice to the last university he hasn’t heard from that they should hurry up
and reply. Clearly he thinks UCAS blogging is a lot more prestigious than it
actually is. A notice to all Scottish universities: you might do well to send
your rejections to him, and quickly. He is, after all, named after the Norse
god of evil.
Obviously I joke, I wish to have no influence on any
decisions unless it’s positive and in my favour (*cough* Hi Oxford!). Due to
the rather slow nature of my holiday I’ve nothing else to say (yes, I hear the
sighs of relief), so I’ll duck out of writing more till I’m bored again on
Boxing Day.
Till whenever.
Saturday 5 December 2015
Hello to all two UCAS blog readers!
Hello The Internet! My name is Oscar, current UCAS applicant and new blogger. Well, not new, it’s just taken me two weeks
to find the time to write my first blog post. I could possibly have done it
last weekend but I had two research papers due on the Monday afterwards as well
as two others later during the week, two tests and two exams. Also somewhere in
there was a music festival in Singapore, which may not have been the best idea
under such a work load.
Anyway, I’ve been advised that a good way to start might be
to introduce myself a little and give some information about my applications
and aspirations, so I’ll try and make myself sound like I’m not dull and frigid,
or pretentious. You’ll probably get one of the two. Sorry.
I’m an International Baccalaureate student in my
final/senior year, currently taking higher level History, English literature, and
French as well as three standard level classes. With those, I’m hoping to go
into classical history and archaeology, much to the chagrin of the rest of the
Model UN team who are all aspiring politicians. They’re convinced that I’ll be
wasting my time “digging with spoons”, but the joke’s on them; while they’re
sitting in their nice cushy office jobs on six figure salaries and changing the
world, I’m going to be the one camping in a wet field with a metal detector and
trowel. I think we know who the real winner is here.
I’m the sort of student who takes work a bit too seriously
and still manages to be about average, who gets really enthusiastic about some
courses and does well in them while neglecting others, who telephones large
tea-making corporations at two in the morning to ask them to give me the precise
quantity of caffeine in one tea bag for a “critical research paper”, and who is
advertising himself well in this paragraph just in case any of the universities
he’s applied to are reading this.
I currently live in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, an absolutely wonderful
place to be except for this year’s haze. Before here I lived in France for
twelve years and went to school in Geneva, Switzerland, and before that a
measly four years in England, meaning I know nothing about the country I’m “from”,
and will have to spend a while getting to know it while at university.
As for my applications, I’ve sent five out through UCAS to
Oxford, Durham, St. Andrews, Exeter and York, and I’m leaning towards the idea
of sending a few applications out in France if there’s still time. The process
so far has been absolutely amazing; I sent my apps out on October third and
have had four replies so far – three affirmative, one invitation to interview –
which would have been pretty much impossible without our school counsellor and
the guidance from UCAS (but I won’t prattle on about them now, I’m sure UCAS
will be kicking me to compliment them more in future).
I’ll be in Oxford next week for an interview, so perhaps I
can do some blogging from the field, which I’m sure is the sort of thing UCAS
wants me to be doing, but other than that I’ll just be rambling on here every
now and then about applications and work and student life and archaeology and
literature and whatever takes my fancy. I’m sure that all two of you reading
this blog, and the one of you that stays around for the rest, will find me
slightly boring but just good enough to use as an excuse to procrastinate.
Everyone else in the world is probably more like me and doesn’t actually read
UCAS blogs, but hey, no one’s judging you.
Till whenever,
Oscar.
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