By Sadhbh Hendrick
So, guess who survived Week 1? It was just as daunting and simultaneously fantastic as you would expect. There’s the usual stickler of having a module so complex, you have to Google what the title means (just me?) and more 9ams than should be legal, however, we got there.
The Quincentennial also provided its week’s entertainment as I forgot just how windy that bridge is, even on a nice day (Think Actimel Ad vibes). Still got there though, and hey, it’s good for the steps.
Went for a quick bop around my final Clubs and Socs days (did I mention I’m in final year?) and, goodness me, do NUIG provide something for everyone. It always inspires a sense of pride and “Aw fair play-ness” seeing students so passionate about their interest of choice and so successfully promoting and participating on campus. I signed up to any I didn’t remember getting emails from last year (because hey, who doesn’t love a little scroll through Outlook Mail?) and collected all the pens and Haribo that came with it. As may be slightly obvious, my aim for this year, in terms of extra-curricular activities, is to regularly contribute to SIN. Of course that’s not to everyone’s taste, but why not try something out for yourself?
It wouldn’t be Fresher’s Week without dabbling in the infamous nightlife Gaillimh has to offer. As the crowds seem younger and younger, and I feel oh so old, it appears to be necessary to figure out where the best spots now are for first years and consequently avoid them like the plague (no offence guys). Considered kitting myself out for a nursing home, when I found myself wondering how ‘they’ manage to go out without coats on, like, do you want to catch your death? All part and parcel of growing up/ old as they say.
This week, the wheels of our Final Year Project were set in motion. Worried? Yes. Manageable? Sure (!!!!!!) Hotel? Trivago.
As a 10 Credit Cry-Fest requirement, this project will be a large source of purpose for the semester ahead and as my classmates and I await confirmation of our topics/themes (with baited breath no doubt), on the academic side of things, it all got very serious very quickly. Hardly surprising given the shortness of the semester, nevertheless, slightly nauseating. To sponsor a Final Year student struggling with the thoughts of their FYP, text LIGHTACANDLE to 087UGOTDIS today.
Of course the week wouldn’t have been complete without solving Brexit and beef prices over Bialann tea and scones and a quick Smokey’s debut. The familiar faces (and pastry baskets) softened the blow of any hiccups the week provided and ultimately left me really looking forward to the year ahead. So I hope you all had a fantastic Fresher’s week too (Even you first years sans coats) and I’ll be back in the next issue with the next instalment of Sadhbh’s Declassified Final Year Survival Guide.