by Monim Wains
My adventure began with wet October days.
A cap and gown in hand, walking around in a daze.
What was I to do at this new place, with all it masses of tradition?
After years of hard work, the result of unhealthy ambition?
But no, this was mine, to take, to make my own.
Off I went, skating round, My confidence had grown.
And then came the clouds, of finals in my room.
All remote, all enclosed, getting quite tired of all the Zoom.
But finally, we are back! A new uniform this time.
No worry, no intimidation. Oxford, you are mine.