Many of you will have seen the recent advertisement series run by Google Chrome. It really is something. The punchy commercial, fronted by Julie Deane of Cambridge Satchel Co, never ceases to fill me with wonderment and inspiration.
What about fitting in? Do I feel different, being a published author before I start university? I like to think not. I like to think I am grounded, despite all the hype and excitement and joy. Maybe I'm not.
This media obsession with Oxford and Cambridge... creates an atmosphere of misplaced arrogance and grandeur within those institutions, it fuels the perception that we are ruled by an elite, impenetrable, Oxbridge club, and worst of all it intimidates poorer students away from applying to what are seen as alien institutions that only lets in posh kids.
The occasion is what counts - and an appreciation that if you don't provide enough of an deterrent, more and more people will start creating public dangers and destroying sporting events in the name of meaningless causes. Call this elitist if you will, but at least my name's not Trenton.
The collegiate system makes Oxford and Cambridge two of the warmest and most supportive student environments anywhere. It's difficult to eke out a reclusive existence - even if you want one - with social, academic, catering and living spaces all integrated into the same place.
A healthy democracy champions the right to dissent, and to do so visibly and publicly. If protests cause harm, then judges have all the artillery of criminal law at their disposal; if no harm is done, they should leave well alone.
Globally, one in three girls around the world is denied an education by the daily realities of poverty, discrimination and violence. Every day, young girls are missing out on school, forced into marriage and subjected to violence.
What seems obvious to people who went to a school where the closest thing to a tuck shop was the Chicken Spot over the road, is not what they believe over at Britain's top schools. Ask most Wickamists, Etonians or Salopians* and they'll tell you that getting into Oxbridge from a state school is easier than looting trainers in a riot.
Following my Oxford interview, I was adamant that, even if I got an offer, I would turn it down. Being from a state school which had never sent anyone to Oxbridge, the first in my family to apply to university, living in the North of England on a one-parent income, I was sure that it was not going to be my thing.
Welcome to the second in my triptych of blogs about getting into Oxbridge. Sorry if you have a tweed fetish and actually came here for sex tips.
I was greatly touched that amidst the week's hard-hitting stories - the revelation that Harry has genitalia being the most significant - the national newspapers found space to report my 'Posh Girls' piece, and the subsequent controversy it raised. Thus I briefly entered the national spotlight in a rather ignominious fashion.
Here's some advice about getting into the big two that's a little less 'be yourself' and a little more 'prepare like so'. I graduated from Oxford a couple of years ago and while I was there I worked at University open days and for my college as an interviews chaperone. I know the system, and in my next three posts I'll reveal what you need to do to get in.
I hadn't been back to St Anne's for two decades and had avoided mailing lists. So I'd never realised some of the authors, journalists and broadcasters I most admired had slept in the same shoebox rooms and drunk in the same windowless college bar years before me.
A visit to the city of dreaming spires is always rewarding, but check out Oxford's Hidden Gems for a different experience.
Education has lived under the strain of prestigious personification: it is "the passport to the future", "one quarter preparation and three quarters theatre" and "the lighting of a fire."
Everybody knows of 'The Boat Race', of course. Every year around the Easter period, a selection of very good rowers from Oxford and Cambridge slog their guts out on the Thames for about 20 minutes to batter their opponents into exhausted defeat. Less well known is the women's Boat Race.