put out the fire, don't look past my shoulder

I don't have words for the last semester. I went into it wanting nothing more than to get out and thinking that there wasn't anyone there I didn't already know who was worth my time. The jury's still out on the leaving part, but all the people- the dissecting sessions and the late-night conversations and the singing and the evacuating to Allen's place when the floods struck and my kitchen disasters and all the amazing people- it was a bit of a trainwreck of a semester, academically, but I have no words for my gratitude for all the amazing people.

In place of trying to explain, here is my soundtrack for the first semester of med proper with UPCM 2016. There is, hopefully, more than enough rhyme to make up for the lack of reason.

For old friends and new.

( Track list here. )

put out the fire, don't look past my shoulder

I don't have words for the last semester. I went into it wanting nothing more than to get out and thinking that there wasn't anyone there I didn't already know who was worth my time. The jury's still out on the leaving part, but all the people- the dissecting sessions and the late-night conversations and the singing and the evacuating to Allen's place when the floods struck and my kitchen disasters and all the amazing people- it was a bit of a trainwreck of a semester, academically, but I have no words for my gratitude for all the amazing people.

In place of trying to explain, here is my soundtrack for the first semester of med proper with UPCM 2016. There is, hopefully, more than enough rhyme to make up for the lack of reason.

For old friends and new.

( Track list here. )