'So this' I thought, as I stared, wide-eyed at stone walls and arches 'is the city of the dreaming spires. Home to authors, playwrights, scientists, historians, linguists... and me'.
Already, I feel like I'm learning loads.
My vocabulary is really expanding, and I haven't even started my course yet! For example, on Friday I've got dinner with my COLLEGE PARENTS, on Saturday I'm going to a BOP, and the week after that is MATRICULATION where we'll wear something called SUB-FUSC and probably meet someone called a DEAN. Translation: on Friday I'm meeting some people in the year above whose job is to look after me. Then on Saturday, there'll be a party where we dress up and meet other freshers. After that... well I don't really know what matriculation or a dean is, but I've got sub-fusc covered! Sub-fusc is basically a black gown and a mortar board. Fun fact: if you wear the tassel on your mortar board on your right side, you're a right plonker. Obviously it should be worn on the left as our ancestors have done for centuries, you bloody fool.
I've also learnt to be humble.
I may be a beautiful... confident... young... Oxford undergraduate in the prime of her life... but honestly, I'm by no means perfect.
I mean really, I blame Buzzfeed for the total mess I made today, but I'm prepared to accept some fault. Their '12 Easy Ways to Cook Eggs in a Microwave' article completely failed to mention that you should never microwave said eggs in a plastic cup. If you do that, the plastic will melt, and you will have eggy, plasticky goo all over the inside of your microwave, which will take 20 minutes and a lot of bog roll to clean up. Sigh.
I can't wait to meet all kinds of new people, read some fantastic literature, and join all sorts of wonderful societies - though I'm really not into swine, so I'll skip some of the more exclusive ones.
In truth, I think I'm going to enjoy uni. I'm liking the challenge of settling into a new place, and I'm sure that lots more will happen, that I really couldn't predict.