A letter to… my parents
Dear parents, I sit writing this as I sip my skinny cappuccino in this new very hipster hidden gem I found on a corner of southside Dublin that you’ll never be able to find. It’s a college thing Mum; casual coffees and lounging lectures. As another year of University begins in the big […]
A letter to… My college friends
Dear Dublin City and Friends, As I sit at home in 34° Celsius heat, with haze and humidity rolling over the mountains of Northern New Jersey, a piece of me wishes to be stuck inside on a rainy, grey, and blustery Dublin day. Mostly because a) sweating really doesn’t suit me, and b) […]
A Letter to my Sixth Year Self
Dear Sixth Year Me, I know you’re terrified. With mock exams, sraithpictúirs and debs’ dresses, you have enough going on without the added pressure of trying to choose which university and which subject will become the centre of your universe for the next few years of your life. I know your heart is set […]
A letter to… slow walkers
Dear Slow Walkers, It is a lovely thing to walk down Grafton Street on a sunny day, chatting with a friend or two and enjoying yourself. It is equally lovely to take a leisurely stroll around St Stephen’s Green park. The park – not a main street. I can say that I almost […]
A left-handed Letter
The Arts students of Trinity have a case of discrimination on their hands. In an age of equal opportunities, many remain disadvantaged by the structure of lecture theatres and teaching rooms. A minority sadly underrepresented by the College are those born with the strange condition of left-handedness. Leaving the graphite smudges of school behind, I […]
