Missing Things

While in College I spent an inordinate amount of time on extra curricular activities. I probably spent more time on the things I was involved in then I did on my degree. Through overnight essays, a hastily acquired skill for speed reading and not inconsequential amounts of bullshit I did get my degree.

I think of Trinity very much in the past tense now. This week sees Trinity's annual TCDSU elections, which I have seen from many different angles. I have friends running in several elections. The bloodsport element of it is lost on me this year but observing the happenings as they unfold is always interesting. Arguing about them on the internet isn't but there is always that draw to correct someone when they claim something. Online arguments are like that.

Anyway, that aside I was thinking about what I do miss and what I do not miss.
Things I miss

DU Comedy Soc and the madness associated. 118 - 1100 - 4532 and always yellow.
Trinity FM - and the radio bug, the studio, piracy and amazing music.
College Newspapers - and being opinionated
College Opinions in general
The naiveté that is inherent in living in the bubble. (Trust me none of it really matters)
Living on campus.
In fact living on campus surrounded by some of the most interesting characters I have ever met, from the lazy ones, to the insomniacs, from the 24 hour study room queens, to the last minute print kings who handed essays in 4 months late, from the neat freak dentist to the plank upstairs who thought it was ok to stamp along to céilí music at 4am.
CSC - both the place and the people who make it what it is, a temporary and transient thing that will always still be there.
Smart-Arse Campus security- there is wisdom in getting to know these chaps. (Signing in guests such as R. Haughton and J MacAteer or the ever convincing squiggle that you could claim was any name).
The hundreds of people you only ever knew to see.
Campus in Summer weather, ne'er have more beautiful girls existed than those of Trinity in the sun nor a finer place to read and watch them stroll by then the cricket pitch.
The old buttery.
The PAV (it should go without saying)- 25 can days after exams.
Those who knew whether it was a morning to be quiet around my head or not.
Front Office and the shenanagins, from football and cuntlists to travel cards and USB drive mercenaries, AMAZING customers, junkies, Simon (the lunatic is running the asylum), the fact "there is no toilet",holes in walls and usually a crowd.No maps either.
The Ed Burke- totally empty and then 45 minutes later not a seat to be had.
Library- a place full of books, and for one term a year full of students with the fear.
That it used to feel like home.


Things I don't miss

Everything and everyone else.