Going to the Student House on your own is both a joy and a dread. Its a joy when you see lots of familiar faces and people you can catch up with; its pure crap when no one you know is around. And the sheer anticipation of not knowing what you'll get.. priceless. I dare say I'm not the only one with such a state of mind (cant remember the word i was looking for) which explains why people start going there later and later as the semester goes by.
So anyway I was there last night for the Farewell Party, lured by promises of free food. Food in the cultural context means hot dogs and potatoes, in many ways Denmark is not too far off from Germany. And while thankfully there were a few people I knew, more than half of the people there were unfamiliars. Or, Semester 2 people. It's a bit like JC days where the people who were together for the "first three months" did not readily integrate the "2nd intakers". In this case, said Semester 2 people (hereafter S2P) had formed their own groups, cliques, bunch and were quite settled. Me on the other hand, most of those I knew from the previous semester were either home, or had outgrown the childish idea of meeting in the student bar on Tuesdays.
Sure enough Student House was where the socialising began, since there was an (almost) infinite amount of beer to satisfy everyone. At the beginning when groups had not formed, and people were all cheery and excited at this magical realm of exchange, it was wonderful. And I'm happy for the S2P who had it too.
And as much as it would be great to know more people from all over the world with the simple step of saying hi, I guess it seemed sort of meaningless to say Pleased to meet you and farewell in the same evening (one night stands excluded).
So there. Thanks for the memories Student House, you were a great place with the right company.
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