Decisions

And to think I thought I had the next two years figured out. In retrospect it's little wonder I'm having some last minute questions regarding my choice of university, or indeed potential career path; I umed and erred between undergraduate English and History before finally settling on Maths; I phoned UCAS the day before the final deadline changing my university choice from Bristol to Warwick; I considered law, medicine, writing, politics and law again before applying to go back to university to study linguistics. So accepting one high class university in potential favour of another is really just following a long tradition of academic indecision.

It all started when Cambridge accepted me into my first choice college; quite a shock after Oxford had granted me admission into quite possibly my last choice college. But on research it didn't seem like a bad place to be and Oxford's speedy admin department put them at the forerunner for taking my graduate money. But perhaps one too many people have managed to spark nonchalant enthusiasm for my upcoming studies, ringing alarm bells that I might not be making the right decision.

So on Sunday I got Simon to drive me to Cambridge - a beautiful city with many personal memories - to take the walking tour and visit the college at which I could be a member. And it's old, and it's pretty and it's next to the river, and it's close to town.

What a trial to have to make such an amazing decision.