In the interests of a bit of levity at this stressful time, I asked ChatGPT to summarise the content of this thread into a song. This is what it came up with:
“(Intro)
In Oxford town, the applicants gather 'round,
For MJur, their dreams they've tightly wound.
A magic button appeared, then vanished away,
Leaving them anxious, wondering their fate each day.
(Chorus)
Oh, Oxford, Oxford, what will you decide?
With hopes so high, we wait with bated pride.
The button's dance, it plays with our heart,
In this whirlwind of uncertainty, we're torn apart.
(Verse 2)
They search for patterns, like scientists in the night,
Hoping for clues to make their futures bright.
WhatsApp groups form, for solace and advice,
As they navigate this rollercoaster, oh so nice.
(Chorus)
Oh, Oxford, Oxford, what will you decide?
With hopes so high, we wait with bated pride.
The button's dance, it plays with our heart,
In this whirlwind of uncertainty, we're torn apart.
(Bridge)
Documents received, but what does it mean?
Are they closer to their academic dream?
The button's game continues, with twists and turns,
As each applicant's restless heart yearns.
(Chorus)
Oh, Oxford, Oxford, what will you decide?
With hopes so high, we wait with bated pride.
The button's dance, it plays with our heart,
In this whirlwind of uncertainty, we're torn apart.
(Outro)
So to Oxford we plead, make your choice known,
For in this waiting game, our patience is overthrown.
Grant us relief, from this button's cruel jest,
And lead us towards our academic quest.”
[Edited by garth on Mar 14, 2024]
In the interests of a bit of levity at this stressful time, I asked ChatGPT to summarise the content of this thread into a song. This is what it came up with:<br><br>“(Intro)
In Oxford town, the applicants gather 'round,
For MJur, their dreams they've tightly wound.
A magic button appeared, then vanished away,
Leaving them anxious, wondering their fate each day.<div><br></div><div><br>(Chorus)<br><br></div><div>Oh, Oxford, Oxford, what will you decide?
With hopes so high, we wait with bated pride.
The button's dance, it plays with our heart,
In this whirlwind of uncertainty, we're torn apart.</div><div><br><br></div><div>(Verse 2)<br><br></div><div>They search for patterns, like scientists in the night,
Hoping for clues to make their futures bright.
WhatsApp groups form, for solace and advice,
As they navigate this rollercoaster, oh so nice.</div><div><br><br></div><div>(Chorus)<br><br></div><div>Oh, Oxford, Oxford, what will you decide?
With hopes so high, we wait with bated pride.
The button's dance, it plays with our heart,
In this whirlwind of uncertainty, we're torn apart.</div><div><br></div><div><br>(Bridge)<br><br></div><div>Documents received, but what does it mean?
Are they closer to their academic dream?
The button's game continues, with twists and turns,
As each applicant's restless heart yearns.</div><div><br></div><div><br>(Chorus)<br><br></div><div>Oh, Oxford, Oxford, what will you decide?
With hopes so high, we wait with bated pride.
The button's dance, it plays with our heart,
In this whirlwind of uncertainty, we're torn apart.</div><div><br></div><div><br>(Outro)<br><br></div><div>So to Oxford we plead, make your choice known,
For in this waiting game, our patience is overthrown.
Grant us relief, from this button's cruel jest,
And lead us towards our academic quest.”</div>