offer made






 Independent – non-selective

Not known if selective

 yes (10 A*)


(A at AS)

(A at AS)

(NA at AS; predicted A; gained A at A2)

(NA at AS; predicted A; gained A at A2)

(NA at AS; predicted A; gained B at A2)

Details about the offer





 offer met

Decisions about the application

Partly because it was expected of me, partly because I felt like I ought to (there are plenty of slots on the UCAS form, after all) just to see how I did, and because I thought I would be happy here.

I had family in Cambridge and having visited them there I decided I didn’t like the place. It’s also practically impossible to get to. And I like Oxford as a place, which helps.

My history teacher chose it for me.



Not specifically for Oxbridge, but they ran extra tuition for people applying to medical school so I benefitted from that.

Read a decent daily newspaper and the student BMJ.





There was a short written exam, which was unlike anything I had seen before so quite daunting, but do-able nonetheless.

I had two, both fairly informal, with two or three tutors in each.

Logic problems, ethical questions, analysis of some photos from a pathology book, “what one thing would you do to improve the NHS?” etc etc

Chinos and a shirt, because it was smart but comfortable. I thought a suit would look a bit anally retentive.


Tiny, skanky accommodation, naff food (despite claiming to be the best in Oxford… I dread to think what kind of slop other colleges must inflict on their inmates). I didn’t speak to anyone from the college at my interview so I couldn’t comment on them, though they were rumoured to be “nice”.

I had a horrendous little room over a pub that got deliveries every morning at 4am, which was nice. The heater was also stuck on full, the scout woke me up indecently early every morning and there was no hot running water. My room in the first year was much nicer though, and I discovered that the place I was in for interviews is the absolute worst accommodation the College owns.

Edible but not great

The scouts serve it to you; they’re evil.

One looked like Professor Quirrel from the first Harry Potter film and I though he was quite odd; this impression was confirmed by tutorials in the first year. The other seemed nice, though I haven’t spoken to him since. The other interviewers didn’t leave much of an impression and I haven’t really seen them since.

I was too anti-social to speak to any of them. Some of them are tolerable now I am actually at the College. Others are fuckwits. What more can you expect?

Final stage

My mother practically wet herself with excitement and I went about with a smug grin for a day or two.

Looking back

Of course; Oxford’s a great city and a fairly cracking university too.

None, to be honest. I’m probably not a wonderful person to be giving advice anyway