f*** school!

Am 4 days, 28 espressos, 302 toilet breaks, and 15 double-spaced and innovatively incisive yet brilliantly naïve pages away from end of school(ing), and from singing "No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks". After 11 years of university, I have accepted that I'm not the next Rykwert (especially if dear old Joe decides to pop his brit head into our thesis review as a jury, bugger!), and that bloody hell *stomps fist on table, creasing eyebrows*, I want to have fun learning (and for 5000$ bleeping dollars, I better have me some fun, god dammit!). Worse case, I read a boring, half-plagiarized and unoriginal thesis in front of dazed and aged male jury members secretly mesmerized by my bosom. Hmm, that ain't so bad.

So, on we go with Kiesler, the Endless House, and what seems to be Endless School...