It’s not often that I’m proud to be a student. It seems like every night they stand around for hours in the cold doing nothing, then walk across town to studentville and stagger into their flats at 5am, all under the banner of ‘having a good night’. On one day a year, however, they do the opposite: they stagger out of their flats at 5am to walk across town to stand for an hour in the cold doing nothing. This time, however, they do it to honour the fallen. And for one day, I get to be proud to be a student.