Reflecting on my previous classes at RMIT I am faced with shimmers of laughters and shitloads of boredom.

I’ve created some of the best stuff I’ve ever done, I’ve gotten better at what I do. I’ve been frustrated and bored and angry but we’ve made it.

Class today saw the presentation of my video, to which the lengthy essay I am about to start. I shall definitely not use the hats to assess my work cuz lolz.

I hate some people already, I love others already. Such is the way of university. Noticing has plagued me in allowing me to notice the tiniest details amidst every piece of media I absorb around me. None of this collaborative contract shit, nor this hat business. I want to make and do shit.