Hello, World.

Desklamp hovering over the laptop in a darkened room, empty coffee cup beside me, Kylie on the headphones.
The joys of a late-night assignment.

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There is an element of romanticism of the late-night assignment. For me, it always invokes memories of my days of living on campus. It’s 4am, and I’m in my little brick-walled room, lit only by a single desklamp and a small computer monitor. A select number of empty cups resting on a coffee-stained pad of pencilled scrawls and diagrams. An ashtray full to the brim. Smooth jazz echoing through my mind as I smile to myself, feeling somewhat accomplished after persuading that last bit of code to compile. Davo hands me a cigarette and a lighter. “Nice one, bruva“.
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So much of me just wants to leave it… wake up tomorrow and give it a fresh start. However, that’s what I said last night, and here I am.

I’m not sure whether I should be happy or not with how uni is progressing so far. I’m achieving fairly mediocre marks at the moment, probably a high pass / low credit average at best. Really… how can I be complaining? I think I’ve failed to realise just how far I’ve come. My marks have been slipping consistently over the past few years, with 4 fails now appearing on my transcript, and that doesn’t include the numerous subjects I’ve discontinued due to “health reasons”. I should be damn proud that I’m passing everything, and even getting everything in on time. Then again, I am and have always been my harshest critic.

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Get well Kylie… your disco needs you!