Cambridge is a self-consciously elite institution: as such, often a difficult mirror to hold oneself up to.
Some undergrads arrive with massive chips, others with massive inverse chips.
Many of those with chips seemed to swap them for inverse chips pretty quickly. But others hold on and end up leaving the university even chippier, having spent three years griping about all the elitism.
One friend of mine at Girton (very much on the inversely-chippy extreme of the spectrum) compared this to the barbarians turning up in Rome and moaning about how everyone speaks Latin.