PAL training

With the gruelling PAL training behind us, we are now armed with the tools to control a rowdy group of youths. After partaking in embarrassing role play, designed to make us ready for when our first years inevitably fall back into their natural mob mentality, we were ready for what he world had to throw at us. We are the prison guards, the only barrier between civilisation and it’s certain downfall.
Of course, that was all nonsense. When second years are asked to act like first years, of course we all behave like 5 year olds, and when the first years behaved well, like the mature students they are, we were all left slightly bemused. Monday severed as first contact, lift off, touch down. Our rigorously planned out session went swimmingly, and we could then all retire to a breakfast of pastries and tea, all on the university, brilliant.
Yesterday brought up the next challenge on the first/second year bonding front. Our very first Vis Com social as the responsible second years. We mingled and chatted and all got progressively more drunk as the more adventurous, or perhaps less wise of the group bounced the hours away on the in garden trampoline. Sadly, one second year, who perhaps should stay unnamed, let the side down, in dissolving into a drunken stupor.