Those good ol' days

I feel helpless not being able to help my housemate construct essay-worthy sentences or input real life situations for her to use as examples.

Just fabricate your story, I hear myself say. In a flash, memories of uni days flood through my memory. Times of when I had to make up test results for lab reports, summarise paragraphs where I had no idea what it really was about, and copy a line of code to get the program to work.

Ahhh the good old uni days. I do miss those crazy carefree casual times. But I dont miss it enough to go back to uni. Earning the moolah trumps it big time.