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ravenI got into Oxford. AAA (excluding General Studies) offer for PPE at Balliol.
I don't know what to say, really. Except, ohmygod, I got into Oxford, I applied to the most popular course at the most popular college, and got in, and oh god, I think I'm going to cry.
Also - I'm home, I'm ill, have flown six thousand miles with raging temperature, my ears are yet to depressurise, I'm deaf, our luggage hasn't come because we caught the Manchester flight on final call with thirty seconds to spare, I'm tired, jet-lagged, missing the boys, did I mention ill, sleepless, was reduced to sobbing heap on descent because of sheer pain, have no clean clothes, etc., etc., argh.
Got home, found battered wet Christmas cards (from Hannah and Flick, thank you!) and battered wet massive envelope with Balliol stamp. I don't have to do Medicine. I'm gonna do PPE. I got in.
I don't know what to say, really. Except, ohmygod, I got into Oxford, I applied to the most popular course at the most popular college, and got in, and oh god, I think I'm going to cry.
Also - I'm home, I'm ill, have flown six thousand miles with raging temperature, my ears are yet to depressurise, I'm deaf, our luggage hasn't come because we caught the Manchester flight on final call with thirty seconds to spare, I'm tired, jet-lagged, missing the boys, did I mention ill, sleepless, was reduced to sobbing heap on descent because of sheer pain, have no clean clothes, etc., etc., argh.
Got home, found battered wet Christmas cards (from Hannah and Flick, thank you!) and battered wet massive envelope with Balliol stamp. I don't have to do Medicine. I'm gonna do PPE. I got in.
