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Not a good week for our campus, I'm afraid. First the canteen burning down, and now this... Last night a load of us went ice-skating: me, Martha, Liam, Bryan, Conor, Marie, Mairead, Mary, Ashlee, Mark, Sharon and Therese. It was good craic, even though I have to be the worst skater ever. When we got back to campus it was about half eleven, and the group vaguely disbanded. Martha and Conor were walking me to my apartment, when we saw all ambulances and fire engines, but not much activity. A man was just finishing talking to a load of students who were gathered around, and they looked upset. It turned out that a girl had committed suicide in one of the apartments. I started saying, 'Oh no, oh no, oh no,' and Conor said, 'Come on, we'll get back to yours and not hang around here.'
We had just gone into my apartment when my housemate Tanya arrived home. We told her what had happened, and she burst into tears. I started crying as well. We headed into the kitchen and, as the Irish do at times like this, we all reached to put on the kettle, even though no one wanted tea. Eventually everyone we'd been with that night turned up, and we all sat crowded in my kitchen, saying nothing, just staring at the TV. The news came on, and someone said, 'Oh for the love of God, change it so something less depressing.' It was changed to show the Taoiseach, who is hardly less depressing but oh well. After a while we all started chatting and laughing again in a muted sort of way, and then everyone went home.
When Martha and I told our friends today, they said things like, 'Oh, that's awful', but as most of them don't live on campus I don't think it affected them the way it did us. It was just such a horrible shock. Other people I know who live on campus were still slightly shaken.
Things are pretty much back to normal tonight. I'm going to watch TV with Tanya, then I have the music session tonight. Life goes on. What else can you do?
We had just gone into my apartment when my housemate Tanya arrived home. We told her what had happened, and she burst into tears. I started crying as well. We headed into the kitchen and, as the Irish do at times like this, we all reached to put on the kettle, even though no one wanted tea. Eventually everyone we'd been with that night turned up, and we all sat crowded in my kitchen, saying nothing, just staring at the TV. The news came on, and someone said, 'Oh for the love of God, change it so something less depressing.' It was changed to show the Taoiseach, who is hardly less depressing but oh well. After a while we all started chatting and laughing again in a muted sort of way, and then everyone went home.
When Martha and I told our friends today, they said things like, 'Oh, that's awful', but as most of them don't live on campus I don't think it affected them the way it did us. It was just such a horrible shock. Other people I know who live on campus were still slightly shaken.
Things are pretty much back to normal tonight. I'm going to watch TV with Tanya, then I have the music session tonight. Life goes on. What else can you do?