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A Sunny Student post.
Freshers' week. You've bought a traffic cone, three bottles of something blue and a lanyard you will wear every day for a year. You have attended no lectures. Yet. "Pres at mine, then out, then back to mine." Eleven people say yes. At nine in the evening it turns out nobody has any money, including you, and the pres is one bottle of rosé and a tub of hummus. You missed Monday's nine o'clock seminar, so the whole week is ruined, really. You spend Tuesday to Friday "catching up" on the recordings at double speed, which in practice means not watching them. Home for Christmas, your mum asks how the course is going. "Yeah, good," you say, with the confidence of someone who couldn't pick their own lecturer out of a line-up. She asks which modules. You say "the usual ones". **Why it caught on:** the grinning lad with two beers held high became the student whose degree is mostly the party part, and Russian-speaking students took him up too. Everyone knew this person at university, or was them for at least one term.