Final presentation | 10 April 2008

I can really hardly believe it, but I’ve been taking these certificate courses for work alongside my undergrad over the past few years, and last night I attended the last class of my fifth and final course in the program. Every course was held in one of two identical classrooms in a shiny new building on campus, but last night’s final presentations were held at the medical centre in a dingy basement lecture hall with green carpeting and green desks and a green smell. I was seventh in line to present, and I was much more composed than I was the last time I presented. I went home early and read Beckett and drank White Russians and ate samosas.

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