So it’s a while off, but I’ve been trying to decide on Grad Schools. In England, of all places, of course.
After much deliberation betwixt Cambridge and Oxford, I settled on Cambridge. They have the program I want, I’m more likely to get the Gates Cambridge Scholarship than the Rhodes Scholarship, and if I decide to go for a Doctorate, I can just keep on keeping on with the program.
So I was pretty much sold on Cambridge.
I researched the department, the scholarship, everything. I fell in love with their graduation ceremony (entirely in Latin).
Then, it hit me.
There’s one person whose alma mater is Cambridge. One person who matters more than all of the qualifications above.
Maestro.
John Milton.
Now I know. It’s fate.
I’m going to Cambridge, goddammit.
