To get a university degree is hard enough
No doubt it could be often hellish-tough.
While most after the first would close the door
I am an idiot who took not one or two but… four.
To make matters worse to comprehend,
I fell a victim to that so modern trend
And made my mind that out of 4 degrees
One was to be studied overseas...
The Rubicon was then crossed by chance
When Fate began to dance her weird dance
An online form, a joke, the button ‘send’.
And after that my fate could not be bent.
I found a place in the Wild West of the UK
A dead-end station of London far away
But didn’t know just yet what I had done
For I was to learn that in two years’ time.
With lessons began the clash of wills
I was Eastern-European but had skills.
And what I saw was not what they saw fit
So they tried to simply make me quit.
I was failed, downgraded for no good reason
And that went on for season after season.
‘You have good work’ they told me when I asked
When grading came – that I had failed the task.
I never gave up – I am the stubborn sort
And not the person to give up the fort.
Grades are nothing more than just a snap
Of student’s and teacher’s brain mishap.
The time came to go West and graduate
and see a comedy produced by fate.
I Went to the English Channel and beyond
To graduate (at last!). And even toga donned.
The English are unique, no two minds on that
But who would think that I could get a hat,
the toga and all the rest of graduation gear
but no proof I’ve passed these two years.
I got a ‘nothing box’ – an empty tube instead
While all sort of things went round my head.
A mistake, a mishap, what that could be?
And why (of all people?) this happens to me?!
The English had their own strange ways
Where logic runs and common sense fades.
Since their system would make any logic fail
A graduate certificate to be sent by … mail.
So I went on to look around in that far away land
But instead of sights, only contempt was found.
I sort of speak the language, yet feel I'm odd one out
I do not seek acceptance – to be stared at I'm bound.
In the land of the Angles there is only one way
I met some nice people (I should add)
Alas, for the mass you will always be bad
Lesser, dumber – Übermensch so to say.
I may not have blue eyes and blond hair
But I think I deserved a treatment fair.
I doubt I did get it throughout the two years
But I do not regret it since I got rid of my fears.
It was a clash of traditions and wills
Which made me learn some new skills.
I learned a truth some know from birth
That origins sometimes determine worth.
You'll be put to the test in all of days
Since impure blood runs in your veins
Why? Since you failed to be born
In the land where Her Majesty reigns.