These days it could take a miracle for me to remember what we had for lectures, more so since the campus admins of death thought that putting in needless lectures on parastiology (which in my defense have already been repeated ad nauseam via lab/PBL sessions) would be a mighty fine idea. Surely there's no harm in revising a subject with practically a million names for every stage of a single worm/protozoa, but there's just so much one can take in before getting bored.
And then having a Q&A session with no lecturers present? Splendid. What were we supposed to do, sit and fester in the theatre and suddenly be enlightened?
Nay.
Still, I'm loving the campus for providing us with such a prettiful music room I can now crash in *cue cymbals* and let loose, though the instrument-moving part was admittedly not so fun in retrospect.
Note the president with camwhoring tendencies
Gotta love the red carpet.
And dinner with parents=free food=win.
