You’re the University of Cambridge!
You see yourself as noble, and someone who could even win
prizes for nobility. Your family has long been cynical of mystical
explanations for things, and embraced Newtonian physics and Darwinian
evolution long before much of the world. But you still won’t let go of
your faith in medieval-era hierarchies. You find wooden spoons to be
shameful, and have no objections to minor acts of vandalism. While
you’ve moved away from ministers, you don’t mind the Ministry of Silly