Ah college..a world of it’s own. It’s a pity UL isn’t like Hogwarts, near enough I suppose with it’s creepy lecturers and dark alleyways late at night. No moving staircases though, maybe if they use the budget to do that next time instead of big flag poles and rusty men. That’s one regret of semester one, no selfie with the rusty man. Well, we got one selfie with a rusty old man after our last lab… In all seriousness, college is a fantastic place, not just to learn but to meet new people and socialise and have the craic. Semester one was full of surprises, from failed essays to A’cing them…almost. Making my new friends miserable alongside me for a few hours after learning that wait, college can be hard when you get bad results but sure it was grand for the first essay I’ve written in roughly, oh 12 years or so. The anxiety and paranoia and sickness I felt clicking on turnitin to get my second essay results only to be pleasantly surprised. I double-checked the score before I let myself feel any sort of happiness, just to make sure. It’s a pity the module that shall not be named doesn’t use what I like to call ‘The Rubik’s Cube’ system too. Apart from studying and results, college is about people. Oh so many people, walking, bumping, annoying you. I’m lucky that I met a few that I like and that I think, like me. Honestly they are more mature than I ever will be. The laughs we’ve had in such a short space of time, from stupid pictures on back of roll-calls
to making up our own words, I mean we are so romonal and free!! Another fond memory is sitting in Cultural Studies listening to classical music when Ms. Arnold walks in to the theme tune of Darth Vader in Star Wars, wearing a long black jacket and then starts messing about when she realises. I have met some of the nicest people I will ever meet, they made my semester so much fun, so thanks. From mystery tour shenanigans to surprise visits hence the now famous catchphrases ‘you’re house is soooo creamy’ and ‘Rat-a-tat-tat’ or something, (McCann). I can message them on Christmas Eve at 2 a.m. to moan about my stupidity, only for them to laugh and then say, ‘don’t worry, because…’
I’ve got ‘The Golden Girls’ theme tune in my head now. (Oh Google it, young ones). Also, cannot say a bad word about the lecturers, I was joking earlier…. We feel like we know their life stories. Couldn’t ask for a sounder bunch. Some even try and fix things for you which is quite cool. If semester one was that good then it will be an epic ride and I personally cannot wait for Semester Two.