I could have been a Rhodes Scholar, except for my grades.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I went to study at Oxford University in the 1980s on an imperial scholarship instituted by Cecil Rhodes.
In 1990, I was an undergraduate freshman archeology major sneaking over to the English building and unearthing an amazing repository of books I'd never even suspected. By 1998, I'd have my Ph.D.
I wasn't very good in academics, but I could have been if I could have studied well. I was a smart kid.
I went to Princeton, I minored in women's studies.
Believe it or not, I was just given an honorary doctorate degree from the University of Tennessee.
I went to a liberal arts college, and as part of my background, I was majoring in mathematics and physics.
Besides numerous science courses, I had the opportunity to study philosophy, the history of architecture, economics, and Russian history in courses taught by extraordinarily knowledgeable professors.
It would have been amazing to have been a student at Oxford during that golden moment in the 1910s, rubbing elbows with the likes of Aldous Huxley and T.E. Lawrence, before World War I shattered everything forever.
I was an English major in college with minors in Fine Arts and Humanities.
I was no scholar in college, and was arrogant about what I thought.