St Gabriels Hall

I’m probably not in the best position to speak ill of St. Gabriel’s, since I am a guy and therefore only ever going to witness it from an outsider’s perspective. Having said that, however, I have been inside numerous times, attended dinners and walked around the place. I hasten to add this was in the course of visiting my girlfriend, not during sordid escapades of my own making.
The hall is fully catered, and with only a small number of students resident, has a fairly close-​knit community. There is a gym, chapel, hall area, and dining room, among other features, and the social life is at least active, if not especially successful. And this is where it falls down.
Most of the residents would appear to be ghosts, as whenever a social is organised very few of their own students will actually turn up. This has a knock-​on effect of causing very few people from outside to want to attend either, leading to strangely empty gatherings where the stalwart minority attempt to generate a party atmosphere from a group slightly smaller in size than the remaining crew of the Marie Celeste.
It doesn’t help that the ‘bar’ is simply a kitchen with fridges of beer in. Sure it’s cheap, but it feels like I’m ordering Smirnoff from a school canteen, and that’s just plain weird.