You arrive at college with a lot of enthusiasm.
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You learn loads of new lingo, like ‘MatricuLASH’ and ‘LolaLASH’.
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You join LawSoc, despite having no interest in law.
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You meet this guy:
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You are absolutely astounded at how much it costs to join the Oxford Union (but you do anyway).
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You get given your first piece of work and realise that everyone who said uni was a breeze after A-Levels was LYING.
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You wear heels once, then swiftly decide to go clubbing in Converse.
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Tears, drinks and bodily fluids aplenty are spilled on the Park End cheese floor, something you will continue to see for the next three years.
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You meet the people who were a bit too keen on the Fresher/Offer Holder pages.
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You go to freshers’ fair and have to make the cripplingly hard decision of which student publication to join (and you choose Cherwell, obviously).
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