A few days ago, I was sat down in my College’s Hall at the University of Cambridge with the rest of the first year undergraduates to be, since the Matriculation ceremony was yet to take place, being welcomed by the Master and the Senior Tutor. This was a wonderful moment. After receiving my A-Level results of 2A*s and an A, and another A* in EPQ, I had been accepted by Cambridge in August. Yet it was only then, nearly two months later, when sat in the Hall, that it finally sunk in. “Yes, I’m actually going to read History at the best university in the world,” I thought to myself. I remain grateful to the University and my College for this opportunity which I intend to grasp to the full.
I had already looked at my piece of paper detailing the sessions freshers were expected to attend. Of course, after years of state schooling, with all those letters demanding voluntary contributions, and stern teachers with their, “I would suggest you do this”, I was by now well aware what “expected to attend” meant. This was no problem at all, since, on inspection, there was nothing unreasonable about the titles of the sessions. There was a talk by the bursar, a fire safety presentation, and, among others, a “Good Relationships Workshop.” I thought nothing of this last, innocuously named session. (more…)