University is a pain,
it’s the thing that stretched my brain.
Fear had me from the start,
then Uni touched me in the heart.
The first paper was just a pass,
I felt I had fallen from a mast.
Then came the big HD,
but it was the eleven hour exam that nearly buggered me.
We were given three days to complete the thing,
but what troubles it did bring,
I thought it could be done in a day,
but really that was not the way.
The day we did the exam was not too bad,
but then the next day we were mad.
My support worker was staring into space,
while I was in another place.
I pushed myself to finish the thing,
I felt like a bird with a broken wing.
It almost destroyed my brain,
and I considered not going to Uni again.
Reflecting back on my Uni life,
I see the struggle that I thought was strife,
the struggle of learning and using my mind,
helps me leave autism behind.