This thread seems to have about run its course. But I'd like to add a bit about my college days to add perspective. It is a long time ago.
Because when I was at college, back in the 1970s in real time and back in the 1590s in architecture and amenities, things were a lot different. Can't think of a decent way of organising this, so it is point by point as things occur to me.
- long way from family, only one available telephone in the whole place so impossible to receive calls, everything done by letter. Pot luck whether anyone is available to take a call if I do manage to ring them. Very isolated from family.
- long way from toilet, only one toilet in the (admittedly beautiful) quadrangle. Long walks in the snow required if in need.
- nearly no women, ours was one of the first five main Oxford colleges (and the leader) in admitting women only a year before I arrived. Even then, very few.
- nearly no TV. There was one TV in the common room and only three channels
- No computers (that's a lie, I think there was maybe one somewhere), mobile phones, facebook, internet etc.
Some consequences of this were:
- huge dependency on following up any people that you actually met face to face, lots of communication through notes and letters to each other and to other colleges, lots of inviting people to places and just expecting people to turn up - which they usually did
- huge reliance on print advertising of lectures/events/pub crawls/competitions/plays/concerts and anything else that was going on
- huge reliance on everyone else to refer you to other people who might be interested in the same sort of thing (for example, I was one of I think only 12 students in an enormous university doing my course, and I think it took us about two years to all get in touch with each other)
- huge social advantages in happening to meet somebody interesting somewhere and spreading the word, so advantages in going out and about and getting to know as many people as you can.
Academically, things were pretty well as they had been for the last 400 years or so. The only criterion was to attend a one

ne tutorial with your tutor once a week. So far as I'm aware there were no compulsory lectures at all, so I spent a lot of time going to interesting lectures in interesting subjects that I was not studying.
Tutorials were scary. The basic idea at Oxford is (or at least was) that you write an essay for the tutorial every week, the tutorial starts with you reading out the first sentence and by the time you get halfway through the first sentence the tutor starts to rip your argument to shreds. And keeps going along that line. Most people get these, but on my particular (no wonder there were only 12 people doing it) course I had four of these a week, and the opponent was always one of the best minds on the subject in the Western world. Sounds privileged - and it was - but for someone just turned 18 from an ordinary state school it was scary as hell, never got over it.
So, there's no curriculum so far as I can see, no compulsory lectures, just an essay title every week and access to some of the best libraries in the world. Now, about those libraries, we are talking pre-computer. You had to be able to use the catalogue properly. That in itself took three days work to understand, because the catalogue itself took up two floors of a huge mediaeval building and consisted of a vast number of leather-bound books with printed or handwritten slips pasted into them, some of the slips dating back 300 years. Then you order the books to a particular desk in a particular library building (there were, I think, 7 buildings with about 5,000 desks) and wait a day or two. Well, that day or two snips a bit out of the essay-writing time for starters, even assuming you ordered the right books.
Meanwhile, in the middle of all this, some guy who you have met through also being involved in choir/drama/rowing/rugby/general chitchat has mentioned to someone else that you are good at drawing and this someone else needs help with his PhD thesis which is due to be bound and delivered by midday tomorrow and can you pull an allnighter armed with art equipment at the Inorganic Chemistry Lab? Yeah, sure I can! We made that doctorate by about two minutes I think, after rugby-passing the thesis down the High Street.
That's not to mention all the stuff about having Swedish existentialists falling off punts, being tutored by the the (now) queen bee of UK educationalism, having too much of a disagreement with some famous philosopher about some point the for some reason he found important.
Or all the more important stuff in life like accidentally ending up as treasurer of a failing dramatic society which gave me my first and valuable go at renegotiating contracts, fending off bailiffs and only doing profitable things in future; or like my meetings with the younger versions of what turned out to be monster fraudsters, murderers, respected historians, archivists, bankers, captains of industry and a bunch of plain ornery people. And the premiere of Star Wars.
Interesting times.
On topic, no casual sex at least that I recall. Insufficient time, opportunity and interest. That came later.