Who will you turn into after you graduate?

You absolutely love uni. You really, really love it. So much so that you're going to sign on for a few more years of learning fun. There's nothing wrong with doing Fresher's Week for a fourth time or spending so much time in the library that you get inducted into the librarian's reading group, and that's just as well.

Every grad knows someone who spends their life in an office. That person will be you. Nobody will doubt your commitment to your job, but they'll wonder when or if you ever actually sleep. On the rare occasions you make it onto a squad night out, you'll compensate for how illusive you've been by flashing the cash and buying rounds all evening. You might be on track to become a work addict, but you'll be a big spending one your friends are jealous of. It's worth it to be a baller.

You'll go from being ultra social to being ultra charming - around the right people.

Basically, you're going to become that person who manages to turn every conversation with strangers into an opportunity to make professional connections for your career - but you're so smooth nobody will notice you're doing it. You'll spend a suspiciously large amount of time with people from school and uni we didn't even know you liked, and you'll start 'doing drinks' with a different work friend every night of the week. You'll go far.

'Heyyy guys we're going for drinks at the local tonight, make sure you all show your faces! But don't confuse this with tomorrow night's pub quiz, and obviously there's no excuse for skipping on Friday's end of the week blowout!!'

You're going to transition seamlessly from your current role as social butterfly in-chief to the office party/socials co-ordinator. Make no mistake, your colleagues will appreciate the efforts to organise fun stuff, but their stamina is nowhere near yours. A Wednesday night bender makes perfect sense to you, but not to poor Ian who finished uni a full fifteen years ago. Poor, poor Ian.

On the face of it, things will seem to be fine. You'll have an impressive grad job, always be well dressed, and live in a nice area.

Your friends know you better though. You'll arrive at every social event ten minutes late, blaming 'traffic', 'this place is really hard to find', or 'but we said meet here at HALF seven?'. Your room looks like a bombsite. But your colleagues are none the wiser and think of you as a powerful young professional, so let's keep it that way.