Excerpt from Sam’s Diary, October, 1982, age 19 and a bit
I admit that for the whole of my first term at Oxford I felt a little out of place.
It wasn’t that anyone treated me in any particular way to make me feel like that - it was more my own pre conceived ideas that were causing the insecurity.
I was from a working class background and yet here I was studying languages at Brasenose College. In my mind it just didn’t compute.
Yes I’d had a little bit of financial help through some kind of ‘Gifted and Talented’ bursary scheme, and yes I had a weekend job as an Oxford Tour Guide to help with the money,
but it still took me a long time to get used to the fact that I was just as entitled as anyone else to be studying at the country’s most well known and auspicious university.
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