Banning things because you don't agree with them sets a dangerous precedent. Exiling The Sun because of page three at a uni's campus of a few thousand people may appear to be a fairly innocuous move in the grand scheme of things, but there is a key principle at stake here.
But coming home from uni isn't all about home comforts and Mummy's cooking, it's about returning to the streets you grew up in again and embracing your home town in all its glory: warts and all.
Putting on a fake smile doesn't benefit me, and therefore the benefit is purely for the seemingly well-meaning smile requester. They are telling you to smile so that they have something prettier to look at whilst they go about their day. It's not about making the woman feel happier at all. So, if putting on a fake smile is purely to make me look more attractive, why should I?
Unfortunately, some of the negative assumptions about apprenticeships stem from older generations, parents and schools whose perceptions are based on the way that apprenticeships were in the past, before the National Apprenticeship Service was launched to support learners and help them to earn official qualifications.
Since my first mental health assessment at university I've been waiting for six weeks for my counselling to begin. The wellbeing services know I have been self-harming and have expressed an interest in suicide yet I've heard nothing from the wellbeing centre for nearly two months.
For universities and institutions the message is even more unequivocal, greater collaboration is vital, and not only because students want it and businesses value the graduates it produces.
So in the end, common sense, lots of hard work from lots of people and the freedom to love and be loved prevailed. I can now legally wed the man I love, should I choose to. Blimey, I feel like my experience of reality just changed massively.
What I talk of is the Third Year Crisis, a phenomenon that has taken on a new lethal edge for the CV generation. Whereas back in the days of our wondrous parents (hi mum, hi dad), most students could fall back on the fact that a 2:1 from a decent University would pretty much guarantee a job, what we now face is a dog fight of epic proportions.
Your second and third year is usually spent sharing a house or flat away from campus with your friends and it's probably going to be the weirdest experience of your life so far. Here are some of the less-than-great aspects to sharing a place with your fellow students...
My mum refused to leave me even in a room on my own, which was particularly hard considering she was also single-handedly raising my brother and sister, both recently diagnosed as autistic. When she had to take them to hospital appointments, she left me with my grandparents, she was so worried I'd hurt myself. And I often did hurt myself.
Not voting in the European elections on 22 May means letting others decide what Europe you will live in and what opportunities you will and won't have in the future. That's why engaging and participating is so important.