My university's greatest grant to me is in the opportunity of its location( versus my place of origin ). A continent before my feet, for me to tread as I dare. (In fear of you misunderstanding this statement as a melodramatic divulgence of my otherwise burgeoning, now unencumbered yearning to do the Good and the Great , I shall qualify the sentence above as follows: I like to go for very long walks... and the scenery here is satisfactorily novel.)
You may think this too an observation to present , but were I to attempt to express otherwise, it would result in mybsprouting into sanctamonious sermon on the state of tutorship in higher education,before I work myself into a proclamation ("Calamity hath befallen us!", or something to similar effect). Then, dismissing what ever (woefully) small shreds of propriety, yet to take their leave, I would leap forth, rhetoric bitter and bitting, arduously weilding assumption (tempered too long, I fear, in contempt and whetwith a bourock of ungracious, even provocative generalisations ) upon things I might declare as, "questionable tertiary institutional practices, plenary contradictions in-" blah blah blah, etcetera-and-other-stuffses. Thus ceding to futher ravings then blubbering then warbling, then weeping. I would rather much prefer to do otherwise.
I shall to admit you these things though. The university you read of is very possibly, if not probably, a perfectly lovely and wonderful place for you to go do all your learning stuffses. It could very well even be an Institution of Reckoning, dealing you value as you hoped it worth receiving.
I am but a simple manchild, that sought to frolick as he pleases through many a-Europey (europesque?) place. If anything, I'd suggest you consider my tepid dismissals as gleaming commendation.
For remember, I am but a manchild,
And thus, these words, should eyes tread best lightly.
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