Plights unique to Oxford Students...

You know you are an Oxford Student when: you wake up, hungover as sin because you were drinking pound beers and dancing around to cheese all night, and all you want is to crawl into a hole and die, so you go make tea and sit down at your computer to search facebook until your pain dissipates, and you hear a key turn in your door, and suddenly remember that your scout comes on Thursdays. You then have to put all your clothes on your chairs, because your room is such a horrendous mess, and run around trying to make it appear less-so. You then have to rush your morning and step around trying to get out of the door. The worst is that the last thing you want to do is see or talk to anyone.