- Karina Osswald - 24 May 2018, 08:24
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It’s a joyous and wondrous thing, watching first years leave their little alcohol-bottle nests and go home. Parents come in, hefting their hungover offspring into a small, too-full car and drive on their merry way. They’re done until the Autumn where they will be someone else’s problem, far, far away from me. Not us. We’re postgraduates! […]