Who here studied (literature hopefully) at an elite prestigious

I literally can't express how much better my life has been since I attended Oxford. I went to a state school and gradually became the stereotypical moody, withdrawn sensitive type who both despises the quality of his immediate culture and feels a weird pride for having been raised in a sort of anti-intellectual and brutal environment. I was all set to take my Russell Group humanities BA and spend my life working as an anonymous, insecure wageslave forever thankful of being offered a job and forever too insecure to pursue my creative ambitions. The chip on my shoulder had become something of a wedge, and I felt too out of place regardless of my environment, too resentful and bitter to even attempt to make it in the artistic world. Then I finally applied for Oxford and got in to study an English MA, with reassurance that should I work hard enough a career in academia or within one of Oxford's affiliated companies would be almost guaranteed. I turned up as apprehensive as usual, and the first few days were spent regretting my decision and desperately feigning a cultured personality. But then I realized that the people there were just interesting and that the snobbery and exclusivity I had anticipated was just a myth borne out of my working class upbringing. I've since graduated, having spend the year dining in grand halls with groups of interesting people, dating several girls (one of whom, a petite Russian whose family traces back to the aristocracy, is now my fiancee). I work four days a week at a publishing company and earn £38k a year. I regularly meet up with friends from my college and visit Oxford for nights out and for meetings with my professors. The Martin Eden-esque novel I have been writing for two years has been selected for publication at a major British publishing house and, honestly, I could not have imagined a few years ago how great life could be. I come on /lit/ and see how pathetic you all are and just shake my head and chuckle. If I saw you guys on the street I would of course throw you a penny or discuss Bukowski or whatever "realist" writers you enjoy, but ultimately I would be able to tell within ten seconds if you're an Oxbridge grad and would dismiss you as a potential source of good company if you are not. I never thought I'd know what it was like to be objectively better than somebody else, for the value of my existence to be superior to the value of a stranger's, but now I do and I've never been happier. People are awed by power and prestige. All I need to do is mention the university I attended (if only for a year) and they immediately begin to hunch and look at their feet because they know they are in the presence of greatness.

>does anyone on a Chinese girl cartoon picture website go to a university that only a top percentage of non sperglords goes to?
Oh yes anon, I had a blast. Ivy League is almost Like gold league, but most boss raids are way harder.

>>9657463
heh

Ivy League is a meme

Took a few literature courses at Berkeley, which were quite fascinating. I pay a lot more attention to literary structure than I used to

>>9657434
Harvard is a Reptoid Indoctrination Unit.

I literally can't express how much better my life has been since I attended Oxford. I went to a state school and gradually became the stereotypical moody, withdrawn sensitive type who both despises the quality of his immediate culture and feels a weird pride for having been raised in a sort of anti-intellectual and brutal environment. I was all set to take my Russell Group humanities BA and spend my life working as an anonymous, insecure wageslave forever thankful of being offered a job and forever too insecure to pursue my creative ambitions. The chip on my shoulder had become something of a wedge, and I felt too out of place regardless of my environment, too resentful and bitter to even attempt to make it in the artistic world. Then I finally applied for Oxford and got in to study an English MA, with reassurance that should I work hard enough a career in academia or within one of Oxford's affiliated companies would be almost guaranteed. I turned up as apprehensive as usual, and the first few days were spent regretting my decision and desperately feigning a cultured personality. But then I realized that the people there were just interesting and that the snobbery and exclusivity I had anticipated was just a myth borne out of my working class upbringing. I've since graduated, having spend the year dining in grand halls with groups of interesting people, dating several girls (one of whom, a petite Russian whose family traces back to the aristocracy, is now my fiancee). I work four days a week at a publishing company and earn £38k a year. I regularly meet up with friends from my college and visit Oxford for nights out and for meetings with my professors. The Martin Eden-esque novel I have been writing for two years has been selected for publication at a major British publishing house and, honestly, I could not have imagined a few years ago how great life could be. I come on /lit/ and see how pathetic you all are and just shake my head and chuckle. If I saw you guys on the street I would of course throw you a penny or discuss Bukowski or whatever "realist" writers you enjoy, but ultimately I would be able to tell within ten seconds if you're an Oxbridge grad and would dismiss you as a potential source of good company if you are not. I never thought I'd know what it was like to be objectively better than somebody else, for the value of my existence to be superior to the value of a stranger's, but now I do and I've never been happier. People are awed by power and prestige. All I need to do is mention the university I attended (if only for a year) and they immediately begin to hunch and look at their feet because they know they are in the presence of greatness.

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My well-rounded multicultural awareness began when I first stepped foot on Washington Square as a freshman. My chest swelled with pride knowing I would be receiving a degree from the most prestigious New Ivy on the East Coast. After a first semester of STEM courses for my premedical track, I was fortunate to begin filling in the gaps in my schedule with the prerequisites for acheieve the Morse Academic Plan including a rigorous semester building up to the study of Melville's The Whale. Only in such a metropolis could I appreciate the themes of Platonic Love and Diversity that Herman poured into his magnum opus. It was the hallowed halls of the Bobst Library where I first encountered Godel, drank deep from the works of Nietzsche, grokked the beautiful verses of the Koran. With my earbuds in, I truly learned what it felt like to be Tao Lin, who was probably somewhere on LL2 writing his now-seminal works. Here, I was finally able to critique and abdicate my previous privileged role in society, and use my newfound salary to continue to pay off the debt my forefathers incurred in the form of my six figure student loans graciously lent to me from the bursars office, by way of Goldman Sachs.

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>durr I need everything over-analysed and explained to me

>>9657507
There's NO WAY she would wear that top willingly with tiddies that big.

>>9657507
>drank deep from the works of Nietzsche
kek

>>9657463
>When your nose accidentally knocks over the ink-well

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>>9657463
Formatting - everyone can do it.
Oh nvm.