You know you're a final year when…

And despite all the moaning, you know you’ll miss it here when you’re gone!

And in-jokes to match!

But it’s okay. You’ve had three years to make best friends who will pick you back up again.

Never mind.

But it’s okay. You’re ready to get thrown into the big wide world!

… Okay. Working hard on the degree?

You know what you’re doing with your life though.

… oh. Well, you’re looking, aren’t you?

It’s okay though, you have a great, well-paid job lined up for after uni, right?

Really though. Where did all the money go?

Before you realise you have no money.

You can’t stop looking up all the places you want to visit after you graduate.

Including falling asleep in lectures the next day.

You find all-nighters are becoming a common occurrence.

But you work that grass hat, gurl, because you just don’t care after three years seeing as you’re flawless anyway.

When you go out you don’t feel quite so hip and stylish anymore (grass hats are in, right?).

Everyone on campus looks like an actual child.

The thought of leaving your friends makes you want to cry.

The sight of the first email about graduation throws you into sheer panic.

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