A proper Uni with proper buildings and proper students!

I have two things to dicuss about proper students truth be told. Lets divide them neatly into story 1 and story 2. 1 being the first and 2 being the second.

Story 1 - New people have moved in upstairs. the old people that lived there were three students, dunno what they studied and only ever met them a handfull of times as they lived their lives, we lived ours and never the neighbours shall meet. However, exchanges were friendly and they respected our space and we respected theirs. They were obviously quite 'sensible' students who worked quite hard, played hard when appropriate and lived a good wholesome life! The main thing that alerted us to their constant presence was their footsteps from above. We never heard music or parties, just steps and a few shrieks and quite a few unknown thuds. They were good neighbours.
The new people are three Irish students. They study Pharmacy or some such subject. they have been there two weeks and are clearly 'proper' students. they come and go constantly with louder thuds and footsteps than their predecessors. They shriek, scream, laugh and make a social racket most of the time. They play terrible (and I do mean terrible) music a fair amount and seem to go out and get drunk most nights of the week. Often before going out they will have a mini warm up party with more terrible music and dancing on the reverberating floors! They then leave the house signing and return hours later drunk. You can tell they are drunk due to their inability to do anything at normal noise levels! Its a far cry from the old ones and not a good move really. Living independently from the university circles I don't experience the 'proper' student life much and as such kind of forgot it existed! Them upstairs are a stark although quite amusing reality check as to what a lot of them are probably like. Thank the lord I didn't live in halls or student digs, thats all I say. I am sure if I were 6 or 8 years the younger I may have quite enjoyed it and looked at 'fake' students like me with horror, fear and repulsion.

Story 2 - Today I went to the Sussex Regional Access Centre at Sussex Uni (Falmer) to get accessed to see what they will give me for being a S.P.A.G spaz. It was fun. The university campus is so monumentally vast that it should be called a city in its own right.
'You are now entering the city of Brighton & Hove incorporating the metropolis of Sussex Uni (Falmer)'
Thats what I am going to write to David Lepper MP about next (see future post) to get them to re-plant the sign made of flowers when you first enter the shores of Brighton.
I couldn't believe what was there, a road network, a cycle path network, its own railway station, sports complex, theatre, millions of buildings that house the courses - all named after counties and I think they used every county in the country! - shops (multiple shops at that and repeats of the same shop as the site is so big they can justify it), a photo processors, a huge student union, clubs, war zones, small colonies of humans that once walked into the campus and never found their way out and have evolved to live of what students discard, an airport, a port, a tank and a small collection of tuters of course.
I jest.
But it is big and it is clever. There are even signposts and map points directing you places! There are tables with people campaigning about things and massive signs advertising student get togethers to discuss politics and alike. The place was swarming with students going from one part of campus to another and stopping to hug their friends. I didn't even see all of it and I understand there is a massive complex of halls there.
Its nuts!
If you compare that to Grand Parade where I school, or even Moulsecoomb which is the main campus and where I am currently working as I type, the place is vast! Grand Parade probably has a thousand students if that and there is no big complex, no signs, no campaigns and none of the other exciting stuff. There is a shitty cafe and a shitty shop, neither of which are cheap and not even a canteen. Students come and go but few stop and hug and most seem inconspicuous to anyone who isn't on their course.
It was an eye opener to see how these 'proper' students lived in the sense they went to a proper uni! I guess thats the price to pay for going to an ex-poli. Not that I care as the art school is really good (in its own special ways!).

STUDENTS.