Why Not Ivy League?

This question has been bothering me for quite some time that I had to write it here just to let it out of my mind. Not only people who aren’t really fond of me, oblivious acquaintances, friends (although they never say it explicitly), my mom, but even I myself ask it sometimes. Even though the reason is sitting crystal clear in the back of my head sometimes I just can’t help to wonder too, you know. I mean yes, I got a pretty generous and prestigious scholarship and I can go to practically any university in the world that I wish so why didn’t I go for the ivy league? Was I scared? Was I not confident of my ability? Lots of those who wonder like to think that, of course. The answer is no. Never did I doubt my ability nor was I scared to apply to those prestigious schools. In fact, I wanted to. This might sound over-confident and borderline arrogant but I wasn’t scared to apply. Well yea, maybe the odds of me getting accepted to those top school was slim but once again I wasn’t afraid to apply. But I didn’t. I chose one university and never apply to other schools that might be more prestigious. I wasn’t playing safe or aiming low, I was being pragmatic (like how I always be, apparently).

Deciding to go to graduate school was not a simple matter. Of course on the outside it seems like it’s my way of getting out of the dreaded job I had, that I’d prefer studying to working. That’s not entirely wrong but it’s not my main reason of going to graduate school, it’s just a bonus. Thus, I put a lot into account before I apply for the scholarship and to the university. I had done a lot of research before I decide which school I’d apply to. I visit every one of their websites and reading every modules they offer. Post graduate is a big deal, I didn’t want to choose the wrong program in the wrong university just because it sit on the top rank and/or located in my dream city. Especially when I’m fully funded by my country’s taxpayers’ money. I might not be the most noble or “nationalist” person there is, but if I did do that it wouldn’t be fair for them and for me as well. Because I wouldn’t study the subject that I really want to study or that I’m not really good at. I could try, but I can’t guarantee a good outcome. And I don’t want that. Passion is quite overrated and I refrain myself from using that word but what I’ve chosen now is pretty close to it. I know what I choose would benefit me at least and might benefit others in any way (who knows? But finger-crossed)

By writing this I’m not saying that I chose a low level school whatsoever. It’s a long-established and prominent university in the UK. It might not sit on the very top of the university rank (it’s on the list), but it offers the program that suits me best. Of course some people will keep turning the blind-eye and that’s fine. I don’t need anybody’s approval but myself. I know what’s best for me and Ivy League wasn’t one.

Why I Yearn To Study Abroad

In about 2 weeks from now I will start my first ever study abroad experience in University of Birmingham, UK. Despite the nervousness I can’t seem to hide my excitement either. I’ve been spending hours in front of the laptop to browse everything there is to know about studying abroad and I keep dreaming about my departure recently. So it’s safe to say that I’m beyond excited for the day to come. I know I’ve said it for like a millionth times but I dare to say it again; it has been my dream for ages! And here are the reason

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Counting Days in Panic

Yesterday I just realized that there are only 19 days left before I depart to Birmingham (18 days left today!) and I started to feel weird things in my stomach which translated into panic. I consulted to my boyfriend and he casually said that it wasn’t panic, it was excitement. Well, maybe I’m excited too, yes, but the panic is definitely real too. There are still plenty of things I haven’t set in place and hence the panic. I mean, how am I suppose to pack a whole year of my life into a big and a cabin-sized suitcases?!

It might sounds a tad exaggerating given the facts that 1.) this is not my first time going away from home so I should’ve had more experiences and thus be able to relax and 2.) I’m going to a more developed country so I shouldn’t be too anxious. However, 1.) this is my first time moving abroad so, it’s obviously way different than moving to Jogja and Batam, the amount of preparations should be more than my usual pre-departure routine; 2.) I just realized YESTERDAY that there are still a lot of stuffs that I need to bring from Indo and I haven’t buy them yet and also there are still some things I need to research to ensure a smooth transition and I hadn’t done that either. Hence, again, the panic.

Thankfully, though, the panic doesn’t overshadow the excitement of my moving to Birmingham. It’s been my dreams for years to experience living in another foreign country, in the UK to be exact. Almost every important things are already in its places. Visa approved, house rented, tickets book, I just need to get my shit together and prepare the other small things before the D day. I know I can pull this together. Wish me luck! xx