I was most struck, though, by the universities it suggested I attend. None of them was the University of Arkansas at Fayetteville, home of the "woooooo, pig sooooie" Arkansas Razorbacks. The choices were instead UCLA, UNC---Chapel Hill, and Hampshire College.
Then I had a revelation--I must learn more about Hampshire College, because my whole set of life's choices could have been different if only I had attended there. After all, it was my soul match--the place identified in a really cool graphical quiz.
I learned that it's a newish liberal arts school in western Massachusetts, founded in the 1960's. Its mission could have changed my life, because its web site advises that:
"Education at Hampshire College prepares students to understand and participate responsibly in a complex world. Through its actions and policies, the college sets an example of the responsible and creative behavior it expects of its students.".
Now I see the problem with my entire life thus far. I am one Hampshire short of perfection. Perhaps I must see my life as a kind of New Hampshire.
One of my LiveJournal friends recently moved to New Hampshire, but I don't mean "live free or die" country, actually. I mean that in my inner New Hampshire, I will understand and participate responsibly in a complex world. It's preordained, you see--it must be--because a quiz has told me so, and guessed my ACT score, too. I wonder if this will leave enough time for kite flying and reading mystery novels, but I plan to live just as Hampshire within as any former hog might be.
By popular demand, I add the quiz URL, but by my own whim spare you my literal quiz result: