Rejection

A couple of weeks ago I was rejected by Edinburgh university for medicine.
Now, it's no secret that my heart was set on this Scottish uni, despite hating bagpipes, kilts, haggis, the cold winter weather and the scottish accent.


However, I do have an offer for King's College London.
At first, I was pretty gutted about this. London is big and scary and impersonal.
People rush past one another in the street. On the tube everyone keeps to themselves, absorbed in their ipads and kindles, their own thoughts and their own world. It's not very friendly. No one smiles at each other as they pass by. Mcdonalds seem to appear on just about every street corner. The churches are big and crowded, very much unlike my home village church. Not somewhere that really appeals to me. It's different to my small village community, and I'm not a fan of change.


Fortunately, I'm pretty confident this is where God wants me. The more and more I look at London and all the amazing opportunities it will give me as a student, the more excited I get about September. I think it was partly pride that made me so upset. KCL is an amazing med school, in the top 10! But I thought I could do better, despite my initial UCAS application being very half-hearted.


God has really proven to me that He knows best. It sounds silly, but sometimes head knowledge needs a little push to become heart knowledge! It's like that C.S.Lewis quote I've written about, God is sending me to the university that is right for me, and not just the one I thought I wanted to go to. I thought I would hate the prospect of going to London to university, but in just a couple of weeks my mind has changed! Proving its' unreliability and indecisiveness of humans.


Either way, I am now very excited about September. My teachers are appealing Edinburgh's decision, but I think regardless of whether or not they give me an offer after, I'll be jumping quite happily on to the London 2012 bandwagon...