I may have stated at some point that I talked to one of my dad's clients, who told me about his attendance of the LSE, and how it really opened up my eyes to the sheer number of possible universities that I could potentially attend in the UK.
Watching Michael Moore's "Sicko" on the plane home did nothing to stop me from wanting to make a permanent move to the United Kingdom. What with the NHS, world-renowned universities, its culture, and the people there, how could one possibly want to live out their life in such a country as the United States? Not I. It's my belief that the US healthcare system has been moulded into place, with no chance of morphing into a socialised system. Hillary Clinton tried a few years ago, but it failed miserably. Whatever the case, the United States is a sinking ship, and I want to be the first one off it (that could be pretty tough, however, since I'm still legally bound to my parents for three and half years more, and there are bound to be others leaving the country before I'll get a chance to, but you know what I mean). I've had to endure a childhood of ultra-Americanism from my grandmother, I've been given the "I know it's screwed up, but your family's here, so you have to stay" speech from my mother, and, even from my Scottish granddad, I've heard the "but the weather's so good here" spiel. But I don't care what they say. I'm going to make absolutely sure that I'm out of this country as soon as possible, which is probably late summer after my senior year of high school. When five years in the UK is up, I'll apply for citizenship, and (hopefully :]) be granted it.
That's my plan for life: get out of the US, get into the UK, live my life in a nation that, in my view, sits on top of the world
Sunday, 18 November 2007
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