Went last night to coffee and a film with J. We saw Iris
(a wretched film) and whispered, and pointed: ‘that’s All Souls,’
‘St. Giles!’ ‘My library!’
That was not the most interesting portion of the evening, however.
She has been accepted to all nine of the neuroscience programs to which she applied (each offering a stipend of $24,000 per annum or so—the bias towards the sciences is outrageously unfair). She has narrowed her favorites to Stanford and Washington University in St. Louis. I am a snob. I think she should go to Stanford. ‘It’s the #1 neuroscience program in the country,’ she explained. But she hesitates. Because there’s a boy. Who has not been accepted to any of his graduate programs (as of yet). This, I think, is silly. Not that he’s been rejected, but that she would make a decision of no small importance based on a person with whom she has not had a real (i.e. not long-distance) relationship — and if he hasn’t been tied down to any particular location, well then I see no reason why he couldn’t totter towards Palo Alto.
So I, in my sagacity, said to her, ‘Boys are fickle, they change, grow old, are here one minute and gone the next; but a university—a university is forever.’
This met with giggles. I’m not sure why.