Dear future hubster,
do you ever have the urge to go back to the university library, the old one (Somogyi), or the shiny new (TIK), and just be there and study, flip the pages, wear the extra pair of socks because the airco is running wild, and go downstairs for a coffee back up with the creepy transparent elevator, pass by the rows of computers where you once received a break up email, back to your art history books, for the course where you first heard about El Camino, see familiar faces everywhere you look, and have the strange feeling that you could spend your life doing this?
Wouldn't it be great?
do you ever have the urge to go back to the university library, the old one (Somogyi), or the shiny new (TIK), and just be there and study, flip the pages, wear the extra pair of socks because the airco is running wild, and go downstairs for a coffee back up with the creepy transparent elevator, pass by the rows of computers where you once received a break up email, back to your art history books, for the course where you first heard about El Camino, see familiar faces everywhere you look, and have the strange feeling that you could spend your life doing this?
Wouldn't it be great?
És most akkor az is kiderül, hogy egy helyre jártunk egyetemre ...
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