Give 'Fresher's flu' to Mammy, she'll know what to do.
By John Ivory
As the dust settles on the apocalyptic fireworks explosion that was ‘Fresher’s Fortnight’, students find ourselves in a campus that could easily be mistaken for a petri dish in the Chemistry Department. As one takes a look around on a normal week day, it is easy to spot the ‘Kleenex addicts’ with their extra layers and suspiciously high scarves, concealing another result of the pre-study time shenanigans, the infamous 'neck bruise’. Yes, Fresher’s may in fact be behind us, but its’ wrath is still to be seen and heard in every hallway and lecture hall, as a cough, splutter or runny nose is never far away.
By John Ivory
As the dust settles on the apocalyptic fireworks explosion that was ‘Fresher’s Fortnight’, students find ourselves in a campus that could easily be mistaken for a petri dish in the Chemistry Department. As one takes a look around on a normal week day, it is easy to spot the ‘Kleenex addicts’ with their extra layers and suspiciously high scarves, concealing another result of the pre-study time shenanigans, the infamous 'neck bruise’. Yes, Fresher’s may in fact be behind us, but its’ wrath is still to be seen and heard in every hallway and lecture hall, as a cough, splutter or runny nose is never far away.