Trinity
Tinged with nervous excitement and a quiet eagerness to belong, that first walk through Great Court felt momentous. Each of us arrived ready to uncover stories of Newton, glimpse the treasures of the Wren Library, and follow, however faintly, in the footsteps of Byron and Ramanujan. We immediately felt part of something larger. Trinity revealed itself as an eclectic family: a tapestry of interests, cultures and lives, bound together by shared rituals. We chatted with our bedders and Porters, listened to Wednesday compline, and enjoyed a Trin Blue at the bar. From impromptu conversations in the Cloisters to joyous formals, we quickly formed friendships for life. At first, the only familiar faces in Hall were the portraits: past Masters, Nobel laureates and a stern Henry VIII; now it is full of friends, and we wonder whether some amongst us might one day join those on the wall.
Amidst the constant motion - rushing to submit example sheets and essays, or doing laundry at improbable hours - we learned to pause. As Trinity’s gates creaked open, we listened to the clock chimes and Great Court’s fountain, wandered through the beauty of the Fellows’ Garden, and admired misty views across the Backs. The familiar route through College, shifting with the seasons, quickly became dear.
From sitting next to a Fields medallist at a feast, to supervisions that challenged and reshaped how we think, and finally to the exuberance of post-exam celebrations - punting, garden parties, Singing on the River, and May Ball - Trinity has surpassed our wildest dreams. A part of us will always remain here and a part of Trinity will always remain within us all.
Jaysol Doy and Eleanor MacGillivray
