I miraculously survived my foundation year, and in stranger ways during the second semester.
Noise Singapore was a fluke, JDC was a bittersweet playground and Foundation Year still sucks. I never saw the point of it and I still don't. Whatever it is, I'm bidding farewell to my forever cluttered hall, the class I almost never attended and the 2D room where I gained a huge portion of self-education.
And hello to another phase. Work never ends till we decide to call it.