Classic library times writing essays:
This is literally what our kitchen looked like when we left for Christmas holidays. The cleaners actually took photos of it too. And yes, the ones responsible got a hefty fine the following term.
Ah yes, that was the year of packing. And unpacking. I moved six times!
Birthday girl!
Watching the Royal Wedding at the Students' Union:
With themed cocktails (and some random wine):
Essay research:
And that point somewhere in the night where writing on yourself seems so much more important than continuing work on the essay: (At least it was a motivational message.)
We had at least half a dozen fire alarms - and one genuine (well, kind of...) fire (not in our kitchen though):
It's a jungle out there. Literally outside our windows:
Choosing next year's optional modules:
Eighties night:
Yes, as a matter of fact, I do quite enjoy internet shopping:
And buying rather pointless women's magazines. Especially if they lure me in with free eyeliners and lip glosses:
Spain:
And when I got back in the middle of the night and stepped into the common room then, well, then it felt like home:
The epicness that was our Summer Party:
My final evening on campus. With some of my crazy uni mates:
At my cousin's wedding with my brother:
Laulupidu:
The birthday party of my favourite Estonian chica's:
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