Studying constantly with fear of failure, late nights working the same shifts as the signer on television, living in squalid dwellings with landlords who may well be the offspring of Hitler and his one testicle, and constantly finding yourself scraping ancient coco-pops from a mouldy bowl whilst washing the five thousands dishes, is a tough life.
With the lack of boys to make us mentally edit our conversation, no topic was off-limits. Periods and sex were very openly discussed, and if you had a problem or worry you could almost always discover the solution.
Some people are so averse to being alone with their own thoughts that they would rather undergo physical pain. Yet, in recent times... boredom has been lifted out of the depths of the uncool and has been placed in the realm of art.
More and more children are growing up with openly gay family friends, friends of theirs are coming out at school and they are more likely to have openly gay role models. With more effort, and the inexorable march of time, I am optimistic the story of the rugby player and the creative will be a relic of the past.
I was alone. No one told me what to do next. There were no helpful leaflets, or Welcome to Real Life packs... I cannot emphasise this enough: no one will give you any opportunity without you asking. Having a degree does not give you an automatic right to anything.
People sharing their joy on Facebook indirectly puts down other people's achievements... life has its ups and downs, and of course it's only the former that gets shared, for the most part. However, getting below the coveted 2:1 makes others feel they can't share their success.
One day, with an unprecedented smugness, I was presented with something when looking in the mirror. There, before my burnt mug, was an unfathomably small, but nonetheless present, crack in my hairline.
There will be moments when you do a double take on your lifestyle... Just because there isn't a graduate scheme for it, doesn't mean you can't do the work you want to do. Go old school, send some emails, make some calls, and set yourself up... if you offer something good enough, the clients will come trotting.
I definitely don't walk around everyday thinking about how beautiful post-cancer life is, I think about that bastard who pushed in front of me at Upper Crust. You are allowed to grumble, it's cathartic, just don't stomp around acting like the world owes you one.
Be warned. If you're considering a legal career, make sure you've thought it through carefully... Today, law firms and chambers are expecting more from potential trainees and pupils than ever before. Before embarking on this major journey, start to think about what it is you really want to do and what will make you happy.
A couple of months ago, I was sexually assaulted... I was so completely grossed out. I turned around and started shouting things at him. I didn't care if he would yell back or physically assault me further, I was so furious and disgusted that anyone would feel that they could do that to someone.
We're not interested in short-term gains - we have a whole lifetime ahead of us and we want decisions that deal with the long term. We want something new, and we want alternatives in our political parties that go deeper than the colour of the rosette they wear.
You now wander past costume shops and realise that events nowadays rarely require costumes for no good reason... At this post-graduate stage of your life having at least three bottle openers in any given handbag is seen as excessive rather than handy... You're a grown up now.
There are plenty of reasons why guys annoy us once we're living with them - and your complaints will, most likely, be legit. However, girls aren't exactly easy to live with, either. In fact, people in general are difficult to live with. So how about we all cut each other some slack?