I can’t express to you how much I hate food sections in the newspapers. And potlucks. God, potlucks are the worst — it’s a curse that they seem to be the easiest form of student socialisation, as they happen in my residence hall all. The. Time.
I merged a bunch of stock images into a collage that partly describes the visual impression of my first semester, year three. Just because I like it when things are visual – that’s right, visual, not quantified – and I like to reflect on my time on Earth. I find it quite therapeutic. The ‘quantified’ reference isContinue reading “Semester 1 – in pictures”