'village' - that is, the Duncreggan Student Village. As with anything in life there were good times and bad. Luckily for me, the former outweighed the latter. From lucky meetings blossoming into good friendships to just watching the footballers do their stuff on the pitch (yes, our kitchen overlooked the field and it was often a gooooood site). Movie nights, impromptu karaoke and apple tarts were some of the excellent highlights. Then there was the ever balancing nasty all-nighters and super-humanly loud cleaning crew bright and early at 9am every week, not to mention the fire drills at 2am on the coldest nights of the year (a trend not only carried out in Northern Ireland as my stint at DU will attest).I can't say I'll miss the dryers that never really dry or the continuous racket from the kids first time away from mommy and daddy who insist upon drinking themselves to oblivion every night of the week, then return home yelling and screaming loud enough to wake the dead - or at least all of us who were already asleep in the dorms. But I will miss the good times with the friends I've made. And in case words alone do not cover it, here are some pictures of just such ocassions as I'm referring to....
What better way to get to know someone than we sharp objects in your hands?
Just a regular night out on the town for us girls in Derry!
Prepping their debut...
...as the rest of the crew get in the zone.
A little birthday breakfast goes down best with some good company
A year in grad school ain't the same without a trip to the local pub/creepy cradle-robbing club!
The girls working the dance floor!
The gang all together at last
