Our neuroscience class took a trip to Cambridge on Friday, supposedly to learn about neuroscience and the scientific history of the university. In reality I felt like I was on a college visit trying to decide on a school. It didn’t help that we were there the same day all the freshers were moving in. A couple of them even tried to join our tour. That being said, we did learn a lot about the history of the university, it just wasn’t as relevant to our class as I was expecting.
It was exciting to see some of Cambridge University, especially Trinity College, which we toured. It’s a beautiful campus, but it felt, for lack of a better word, stuffy. Something about it seemed restrictive. Maybe I’m just bitter because they have a (literally) perfect lawn and no one is allowed to touch it, walk on it, or (most importantly) nap on it.
It was great to see the town and give some context to the famous name of Cambridge that I hear all the time. We ate at the Eagle, a haunted pub. We also saw some earth science and archaeology museums and I had the surreal experience of seeing a display complaining about the greed and injustice of colonialism under the Roman Empire. Somehow I don’t think the British get to complain too much about colonialism.