Growing up, the University of Cambridge felt like a faraway castle in the clouds. My path hasn’t been easy. I come from a humble background, and being the first in my family to attend university made reaching Cambridge seem like a distant dream. But I persisted, fueled by a relentless pursuit of knowledge.
When the acceptance letter arrived, it was like a ray of sunshine breaking through stormy clouds. I couldn’t believe it. Me, at Cambridge? It felt like winning the lottery.
Stepping onto Cambridge’s historic grounds, I was enveloped in awe. Each lecture, each discussion, became an adventure of learning, going beyond what I thought was possible. Studying wasn’t just about books and lectures. It was about the people—the friends who became like family, the professors who inspired me to think differently, and the projects that challenged me to grow. From solving real-world problems to dreaming up new ideas, every project taught me something valuable. It wasn’t always easy, but it was always worth it.
Now, as I prepare to leave, I’m filled with gratitude. Cambridge Judge wasn’t just a school; it was a journey—a journey that shaped me, challenged me, and showed me that dreams really can come true.
So here’s to Cambridge—the place where dreams become reality, and where I found a piece of myself I never knew existed.
