When I arrived at Oxford, I experienced what many would call a cultural shock. Beyond the flamboyant parties and visible micro-aggressions of the gowned elite, my physics and math courses felt radically different than before. The lectures were significantly more impersonal; the professors were a bit hostile; the crowd was huge, and everyone had something to prove. This would have felt rather normal if I had decided to continue my education in Argentina, but, instead, I had adapted to the American education model—at a school like Northwestern no less, which had a fairly small physics program. Not only that, I spent half of my undergraduate education surrounded by PhD students, taking the same classes as them.