
Dublin


College life in Ireland ain't what it used to be.
A few months back it was announced Trinity and UCD had dropped in the international university rankings, which made us stop and consider just how good we had it back in the day.
So take a step back in time, folks... and remember all the ways college in Ireland was better 10 years ago.
Bless its concretey, gross yet oddly homely cotton socks.

When that girl you'd been flirting with was texting you, she was actually investing 12c in you EVERY SINGLE TIME.
And if you got a long text? Oh man. That was that.

Which meant, by extension, WE GOT TO USE HIGHLIGHTERS!

So we could plagiarise to our little hearts' content.

You actually had to talk to strangers you wanted to have sex with. Which was strange, but oddly thrilling...

If living at home with your family wasn't good enough craic, you had the chance to live with someone else's.

More time for drinking. Less money for drinking.
Deal.

You didn't have to prove that your family were an endangered class of island people whose sole source of food was rock moss in order to be eligible.

You could pay the capitation grant with money you found down your sofa, and still have enough left over for a pint in the Buttery.

And speaking of which...
And the pints were, like, 5c or something.
Why oh why would anyone tamper with something so perfect; so pure?

Even fun things lose their charm when they're done out of strict necessity.

What happened on the dancefloor stayed on the dancefloor.

Never mind the professionals – smartphones with their pesky cameras ruined it for everyone.

Mainly just to see who Irene adopted next. Students today show nowhere near the appropriate level of dedication to this cause.

Wait, wasn't it?

Michael McDowell = Buzz Killington.

You know. For all those students who had cars somehow.

Whatever about the 12c texts, this also meant that you couldn't get roasted alive by your mates in a group chat.

Which meant pre-drinking could go on all night... which also meant that it wasn't really pre-drinking.

And then once the recession hit, all ATMs gave out €10 notes. But for a brief moment in time, we had something special and unique...

Because back in the Celtic Tiger era, the world could accommodate a good slacker or two.

Sigh.

Not exaggerating or anything, but you could actually pay your capitation fee AND your rent from money you found down the back of the sofa and STILL have cash left over for a pint.

Does Facebook allow you to decorate your profile with amazing skins?
Does it? Huh?

Let's bring it back
And weren't we happier for it?

We've said it before, and we'll say it again: this 'internet' thing is absolutely no good for anybody.
