First-years: The Honeymoon

Right now, uni's like one big long honeymoon. The sun is shining, the classes are interesting. You're meeting people. There are parties every single weekend. You go out clubbing afterwards every single weekend.

Make the most of it, people - it's going to die right about the time your first assignment is due, and you realise that you really didn't want to know that much about the Mongolian Death Worm. Or Postmodernism. Or whatever. But don't let this faze you - it will happen all over again next year as well. And the year after that. And you'll realise that you enjoy uni regardless.