While the students were off hitting up the Irish bars, we (the RA's) classed it up a bit and went to a roof top bar to celebrate Mary Dougherty's birthday.
The ride home following the final dinner is always entertaining. By the end of the semester the students have all come out of their shells and after a night of drinking they are hysterical. You get to hear stories from the homeschooler boy who juggles knives and makes chocolate sculptures. Or hear the argument of why Amanda Bynes is the greatest entertainer of their generation. One kid started crooning "chocolate covered espresso beans" over and over. He kept it up the whole ride, that's a solid 30 minutes plus. And then there are the kids who have to pee within 5 mins of getting on the bus and spend the whole ride bouncing in the aisle by the door telling us how their bladder is going to explode any minute. Good times.
And now they are gone. Time to get ready for the next batch of Romers! Which, by the way, will include my brother, Kevin. Hopefully I won't be too much of an embarrassment.