The PsychoCommservSocio, the terrible feline that clawed our minds, the IT classes most of us dreaded. The lecturers, the adjuncts, the sidekick of she from 'sociological literature'. The hard work, the slacky days, the days where we slept while boring lecturers spoke to the wind. The assignments we all had fun doing, the assignments we hated doing, and the assignments some didnt even do. The countless research, the pages of references, and the buggy SafeAssign that gets us all pissed. The grades, the peer evaluation, the troublesome cover sheet that hid the grades; good or bad. The CCA's, the commitments, the kids with neither. The most favourite website, the useless mailbox with important mails hidden in a jungle of spam,the screwy databases we got to dig info from. The overcrowded eating spot by Blk 51, the secluded one with japanese and western meals, the Macs we had our class memories at. The fun times, the even more fun times, the one heck of an awesome class. The laughters, the emoness, the crazy scandals we threw about like a hot metal plate. The clowns, the loners, the two pseudo-bimbos. The 6Bores, the tight cliques, the current of the river flow. The class outings, the class meals, the class ponning as a whole. The LOL's, the FAIL's, and the exclusive T01 jargon.

Labels: memories, thoughts

The PsychoCommservSocio, the terrible feline that clawed our minds, the IT classes most of us dreaded. The lecturers, the adjuncts, the sidekick of she from 'sociological literature'. The hard work, the slacky days, the days where we slept while boring lecturers spoke to the wind. The assignments we all had fun doing, the assignments we hated doing, and the assignments some didnt even do. The countless research, the pages of references, and the buggy SafeAssign that gets us all pissed. The grades, the peer evaluation, the troublesome cover sheet that hid the grades; good or bad. The CCA's, the commitments, the kids with neither. The most favourite website, the useless mailbox with important mails hidden in a jungle of spam,the screwy databases we got to dig info from. The overcrowded eating spot by Blk 51, the secluded one with japanese and western meals, the Macs we had our class memories at. The fun times, the even more fun times, the one heck of an awesome class. The laughters, the emoness, the crazy scandals we threw about like a hot metal plate. The clowns, the loners, the two pseudo-bimbos. The 6Bores, the tight cliques, the current of the river flow. The class outings, the class meals, the class ponning as a whole. The LOL's, the FAIL's, and the exclusive T01 jargon.

Labels: memories, thoughts