Hmm. Depends. I repeated my final year and went from a year where I had about three friends into a year where I got on with everyone really well and that was a huge formative experience for me. I’m still friends with a lot of guys from that year, including some of my ATDs. Even when I see the others in the pub at Christmas I’m interested in what they’re up to. So yeah, I’d go to one of these.
The first year on the other hand, I’d run a mile from. It was just filled with the worst kind of rugby/GAA players and their hangers on. Was bullied a fair bit by those fuckers. Good few people dead from that year too, or in jail, or stuck in Clonmel. Fuck that noise.
If a college reunion was called I’d scoff. I was the college barman for four years so got to know every fucker there, good and bad. Met my best friend through that bar. I’d be better off calling an Old Bar reunion as I never showed up for lectures, just split my time between the library, the bar and a bag of cans.