Missy is off for a 3 day residential course at Cambridge University, England tomorrow entitled Women in Science.
She qualified to attend as 1 of 30 year 11 students which means the children are 15 and 16 years old. In the acceptance letter the University stated thousands had applied and that they were excited to extend the offer.
To qualify the candidate had to be female, getting fantastic grades in science, have chosen to study sciences in the next phase of education during A levels for the next two years, have a reference from a senior staff member at school and generally be an all round good egg who’s parent didn’t have the opportunity to attend University themself.
As with all new experiences there are some small measure of jitters. I told her it’s just like camp where we think we won’t get along with anyone but end up firm friends.
“Not this time, all these people are nerds”
“I hate to break it to you, Honey, but so are you! Ha ha”
She jokes that if it goes squiffy she’ll head out on the razz because she’ll obviously be the cool one in the group.
“Honey, I am going out with my girlfriends, I will not collect you”
“No need, I’ll be on the razz, ain’t no stopping this razzzzzz, [insert heavy metal aaaarrrrgrgrg sound]”
She made me hoot laughing.