Why can't you apply to both Oxford and Cambridge?

Because it's unfair lol...

To answer this question, I think it would be best if I told you about an enlightening conversation I had with a Cambridge Don. You see, I asked him the very same question. He told me it's the very same question that young kids on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license-plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror - if anything I would say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I - pulled - up to the house, about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

So much of that is wrong.
You + Fresh Prince = FAIL!

To answer this question, I think it would be best if I told you about an enlightening conversation I had with a Cambridge Don. You see, I asked him the very same question. He told me it's the very same question that young kids on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license-plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror - if anything I would say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I - pulled - up to the house, about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

To answer this question, I think it would be best if I told you about an enlightening conversation I had with a Cambridge Don. You see, I asked him the very same question. He told me it's the very same question that young kids on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license-plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror - if anything I would say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I - pulled - up to the house, about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

To answer this question, I think it would be best if I told you about an enlightening conversation I had with a Cambridge Don. You see, I asked him the very same question. He told me it's the very same question that young kids on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license-plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror - if anything I would say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I - pulled - up to the house, about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

To answer this question, I think it would be best if I told you about an enlightening conversation I had with a Cambridge Don. You see, I asked him the very same question. He told me it's the very same question that young kids on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license-plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror - if anything I would say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I - pulled - up to the house, about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

To answer this question, I think it would be best if I told you about an enlightening conversation I had with a Cambridge Don. You see, I asked him the very same question. He told me it's the very same question that young kids on the playground where I spent most of my days, chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, all shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license-plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror - if anything I would say that this cab was rare, but I thought "nah, forget it, yo home to Bel Air!" I - pulled - up to the house, about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.