Life at Cambridge

WHEN I FIRST GET TO CAMBRIDGE I’M LIKE

But by the second week I’m like: 

WHEN IM HAVING A GREAT CONVERSATION WITH MY SUPERVISOR AND THEN HE SUDDENLY MAKES A SEX JOKE

WHEN I KNOW THE ANSWER TO MY SUPERVISOR’S COMPLICATED QUESTION

WALKING HOME AFTER CINDIES

WHEN MY PHONE RINGS DURING SUPERVISION

WHEN A GIRL MEETS THE PERFECT GUY . . . AT THE ADC

WHEN SOMEONE WITH A CLIPBOARD OUTSIDE GRAND ARCADE ASKS ME IF I HAVE FIVE MINUTES

WHEN I GO TO MCDONALDS AT 2AM AFTER CINDIES

The next morning:

WHEN THE COLLEGE ASSHOLE WALKS INTO HALL TALKING ABOUT HOW WELL HE DID ON EXAMS

And I’m just like: 

WHEN MY 80-YEAR-OLD SUPERVISOR MAKES AN UNCOMFORTABLE SEXUAL REFERENCE