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Sep. 23rd, 2007 02:02 pmMy sixth form college is in the Observer.
I went to Winstanley College and I remember a lot of people being very convinced that the reason they didn't make Oxbridge was the accent. It's a pretty hideous accent, the Wigan one (I don't suffer from it, thank God) but, you know, I was one of the top-ranking students. Admittingly, Oxbridge wouldn't have been for me, but I know a lot of people who didn't get in that should have done. And yeah, we all swanned off into places in the other great universities in the country (okay, Edinburgh and York rejected me but I'm totally over that, honestly, BASTARDS) and we're all in Manchester or London or St Andrews and doing marvellously, but you have to wonder a bit.
It's an interesting point. And a depressing one, as I'm currently surrounded by Freshers with - surprise, surprise - not a trace of a Northern accent in them. My accent is going out the window, because there's no one to bounce it off. I love Scotland to teeny tiny little bits and miss it like homesickness when I'm not here, but dear lord I miss Northern sensibilities sometimes. (The dinner-tea vs lunch-dinner argument still rages.)
Anyway! Today is a DocSoc day, presuming any of my committee turns up; we're having a commentary session over The Talons of Weng-Chiang (I think? Maybe? Possibly Earthshock) and then going out to see Reggie Yates and be a bit fangirly. And tomorrow is the first big committee meeting where we organise the whole year; it's a bit scary, to say the least.
In conclusion, I should go and hit Morrisons. I am bribing my committee into compliance with pizza, gluten-free pasta bake and Irn Bru.
I went to Winstanley College and I remember a lot of people being very convinced that the reason they didn't make Oxbridge was the accent. It's a pretty hideous accent, the Wigan one (I don't suffer from it, thank God) but, you know, I was one of the top-ranking students. Admittingly, Oxbridge wouldn't have been for me, but I know a lot of people who didn't get in that should have done. And yeah, we all swanned off into places in the other great universities in the country (okay, Edinburgh and York rejected me but I'm totally over that, honestly, BASTARDS) and we're all in Manchester or London or St Andrews and doing marvellously, but you have to wonder a bit.
It's an interesting point. And a depressing one, as I'm currently surrounded by Freshers with - surprise, surprise - not a trace of a Northern accent in them. My accent is going out the window, because there's no one to bounce it off. I love Scotland to teeny tiny little bits and miss it like homesickness when I'm not here, but dear lord I miss Northern sensibilities sometimes. (The dinner-tea vs lunch-dinner argument still rages.)
Anyway! Today is a DocSoc day, presuming any of my committee turns up; we're having a commentary session over The Talons of Weng-Chiang (I think? Maybe? Possibly Earthshock) and then going out to see Reggie Yates and be a bit fangirly. And tomorrow is the first big committee meeting where we organise the whole year; it's a bit scary, to say the least.
In conclusion, I should go and hit Morrisons. I am bribing my committee into compliance with pizza, gluten-free pasta bake and Irn Bru.
