Uni is great for a plethora (that’s a uni word) of reasons. You can skip class and nobody really gives a shit, you can skip the whole year and nobody really gives a shit actually, there are usually on campus bars, and if your lecturer is a babe you can hit on them because you’re all of age.
Two years ago today the 2010 graduating classes of every (well everyone who is anyone) Victorian high school was loosing their shit in costume to the anthem of Ke$ha and Swedish House Mafia.
“Hi! This is reality calling. Just thought I’d let you know that train wreck your looking at is actually your Uni timetable. You don’t have Fridays off, you need to save your money to pay your car registration, you still haven’t done your tax return and your university doesn’t believe in public holidays. Don’t despair, Easter is on