As I've deleted my Facebook account many moons ago, I have downloaded most of the pictures of the lab to my computer. Those pictures need a good storage and each time I look at them, it never fails to make me laugh.
October 2008: that was two months after the convocation and I'm there every other day to maintain culture and hang around. I worked in the same lab, too, during my undergraduate final year project. It was rather empty then.
I officially registered as a postgraduate student in 2009 but by then, the ice has melted. And little did I know, we're going to gel and become a very cohesive bunch in the days to come. Over time, we're joined by other final year project students. I see them as my equal and I detest the term "juniors", used to describe those a year or more younger. So, they're friends and I address/reference them all by their name.
As I near completion in my studies, I'd like to put up a series of posts with pictures of some of the best days in an institution driven by greed and power. It's these guys and gals — each with a truly unique personality — that made life more bearable then. To have crossed path with them is a blessing. It is.
October 2008: that was two months after the convocation and I'm there every other day to maintain culture and hang around. I worked in the same lab, too, during my undergraduate final year project. It was rather empty then.
I officially registered as a postgraduate student in 2009 but by then, the ice has melted. And little did I know, we're going to gel and become a very cohesive bunch in the days to come. Over time, we're joined by other final year project students. I see them as my equal and I detest the term "juniors", used to describe those a year or more younger. So, they're friends and I address/reference them all by their name.
As I near completion in my studies, I'd like to put up a series of posts with pictures of some of the best days in an institution driven by greed and power. It's these guys and gals — each with a truly unique personality — that made life more bearable then. To have crossed path with them is a blessing. It is.
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