PetSitter

In the hallowed halls of Oxford, under the watchful eyes of aged frescos that seem to tell stories of ambition and achievement, I stood among my cohort, cloaked in the traditional black robes of academia. We, the graduates, were charged with excitement, our heads filled with inspiring narratives of future success painted vividly by motivational speakers. They assured us that the world beyond those ancient walls awaited us with opportunities as diverse as they were numerous. I graduated from Oxford with my…