Ahhh, the memories. That whole year of will-we-won't-we. That time I walked seven miles out of town and ended up in a field in the middle of nowhere, and had to walk a further mile or two to find a pub where I could call a taxi. The falling asleep in lectures. The falling asleep in bars. The falling asleep in coffee shops. The falling asleep on other people's beds at three in the afternoon.

...my experiences may have been atypical.

What is PBR? (I googled, and it came up with Professional Bull Riders.)

It was so horrible! Tennents is just so foul, and they blocked out a huge window! I mean, looking back, it was the perfect symbol of much of the undergrad experience, but that's probably half the reason it hurt me.