First year of uni was cool, studying botany and astronomy, dissecting invertebrates, less than 20 hours contact including a three day weekend every week. Naked women, $2 jugs of beer, drug running, 3am road trips for a surf and tearing up rugby pitches on less than three hours sleep...
Compare that to second year with its 8am lecture every day, 32 hours contact, with at least another 12 in the Skylab, melting wax and casting gold, being treated like a subordinate by technicians for no other reason than them resenting the fact that in 5 years I'd be earning more money than them and in turn start treating them like shit. Needing iron my clothes everyday as well as having a spotless white coat, having to scrape money together for compulsory vaccines and expensive loupes. The day I receive my degree a great weight was lifted off my shoulders.