I miss the nights when we'd practically camp out in the MG canteen, mugging into the night in an attempt to compress as much knowledge in our puny little brains.

We'd start somewhere in mid-afternoon. People came and people went. I'd try to pick a table which had good feng shui (read: felt like the best place to study for that day). And at around 6pm, we'd either order food, or some girl's magnanimous parent would drop by with food.

Breaners and her drawing of that wrinkled pruney grandmother. Chemistry TYS 'bible'. Leaking mishaps. History was the worst.

The details have already started fuzzing.