What Is College?

  • College is when your arms ache every day due to carrying notebooks, a laptop, a camera and a tripod, among other things.
  • College is when all your sandals break in a few months because of overuse.
  • College is when you have epic tan lines due to gallivanting in the sun.
  • College is when you sleep during the evening and wake up at night to work.
  • College is when you’r always looking for internships and/or jobs and/or freelance work.
  • College is where you want to be in the spotlight.
  • College is when you’re broke.
  • College is when your hair seldom leaves a bun or a ponytail.
  • College is where you always look like a hobo.
  • College is when you forget what makeup was.
  • College is when people compliment you on losing weight but you never had any intention to do so.
  • College is when you forget to eat and sleep.
  • College is where your ears are always pricked like a hound to catch someone gossiping about you.
  • College is where you feel like a (used) tissue paper.
  • College is where there is is seldom any concept of friends.
  • College is your name in a written complaint.
  • College is arguments with all kinds of people.
  • College is evil teachers.
  • College is when a teacher compliments you in front of the Head of Department and you get to know about it from another teacher.
  • College is when teachers feel proud to call you their student.
  • College is crazy projects.
  • College is going out in the city for a project without any vehicle and hitchhiking your way back home somehow.
  • College is your parents’ support and trust.
  • College is an adventure.

I will keep adding more whenever I feel like it…

A collage I made from the bits and pieces I accumulated over the past couple of years. From the old registration card in the top left corner to murdering teachers to random scraps of writings and doodles, everything holds a memory!

A collage I made from the bits and pieces I accumulated over the past couple of years. From the old registration card in the top left corner to murdering teachers to random scraps of writings and doodles, everything holds a memory!

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